He played for an hour—Grieg, Chopin, Rubenstein, Liszt, crashing music. The sunshine broke across each shoulder, one lance striking the yellow face of a Chinaman, queueless and dressed in European clothes, the other lance falling squarely upon the face of the man he had journeyed thirteen thousand miles to find. My garden-close would be a better thing than that. I miss her a lot. She fluttered her eyelashes, and adopted the soulful tone that served her well at times. If I told you the facts, I expect, since you are in love with me, you’d explain the whole business as being very fine and honorable for me—the Higher Morality, or something of that sort. It wasn’t so much women as Woman that engaged his mind.
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