He laughed reassuringly. The scrutiny of any strange man provoked a sweaty terror. "Or the street," returned Jack: "mind my words, the prison's not built that can keep me. You see, it is that I begin to like you, even that you are of this disposition extremely interfering. He played for an hour—Grieg, Chopin, Rubenstein, Liszt, crashing music.
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