“We’ve never known anyone who can play like you, Lucy. The fact itself is regrettable enough—regrettable, I fear, is quite an inadequate word. “These clothes are French, and I’m sure this floppy bow would make a Frenchman of me anyhow. Well, I shall be sorry to lose him, Mr. ” He shook his head slowly, smiling mysteriously. It was a gray day in the spring of 1910.
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