” “I said I was all right. She held out her hand frankly. “Tell him that he is mad. “Can you take any from me?” “No, I won’t do that. “But I wanted to see you. He played for an hour—Grieg, Chopin, Rubenstein, Liszt, crashing music. ‘Who’s this, then? Not soldiers again. Niente.
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