Before there is any change, any real change, I shall be dead—dead—dead and finished—two hundred years!. But don't let my name frighten you. He knew she would be there, practicing alone in 118. And then, as she stood there, with the fragments of the torn canvas at her feet, some even caught upon her skirt, the door was thrown open, and a girl entered humming a light tune.
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