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. "I had one," answered his sister, in a mournful voice; "and, perhaps, I have one still. The phone did not ring. If I could but——” To escape from her thoughts she began to undress, humming a light tune to herself, though her eyes were hot with unshed tears, and the sobs kept rising in her throat. The autumn rain had made every surface tacky, the wet seats of painted red picnic tables were avoided. “I have been bearing this—for your sake. A film of dust lay upon it; the ink marks were ancient.
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