’ ‘You say—what?’ gasped Melusine. ” “How the hell did you learn to play like that?” “Lots of practice, John. He knew that he could translate literally. Her back stiffened. His face was that of a quick, intelligent-looking boy, with fine hazel eyes, and a clear olive complexion. Here was not the individual against whom she had been warned. Pausing at each door on the landing, Jack placed his ear to the keyhole, and listened intently. ” “Come on! Why not?” “So I can spend more time with you, of course. On a stool eight feet high sat a small boy in a faded blue cotton, his face like that of young Buddha.
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