He played for an hour—Grieg, Chopin, Rubenstein, Liszt, crashing music. And Blueskin, who, for a moment, had looked round distrustfully, concluding it was a feint, now laughed louder than ever. There was no such a thing as perfection in a mixed world. " "You are very good to me, Hoddy.
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