I’d come back from the ends of the earth. He played for an hour—Grieg, Chopin, Rubenstein, Liszt, crashing music. We were to live in some wretched London suburb. The very carts and vans and cabs that Wellington Street poured out incessantly upon the bridge seemed ripe and good in her eyes. And in the vestry was the sword of monsieur le major.
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