There was a strained, eager expression on his face. EPOCH THE FIRST, 1703. She was chaffing him about being taken for Meysey Hill, and suggested that he should be presented to me as the millionaire. . ‘What do you want with me? Why did you catch me?’ ‘You intrigue me,’ he told her frankly. She would be enduing this chap with attributes he did not possess, clothing him in fictional ruffles. She jumped up at once, caught up a leather clutch containing notebooks, a fat textbook, and a chocolate-and-yellow-covered pamphlet, and leaped neatly from the carriage, only to discover that the train was slowing down and that she had to traverse the full length of the platform past it again as the result of her precipitation. Stanley,’ I said. You get this queer irascible musician quite impossibly and unfortunately in love with a wealthy patroness, and then out of his brain comes THIS, a tapestry of glorious music, setting out love to lovers, lovers who love in spite of all that is wise and respectable and right.
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