He played for an hour—Grieg, Chopin, Rubenstein, Liszt, crashing music. ‘—and what do I do? Well, we know what I do. She knew Martha would not ask anything that she did not wish to know. I’d rather not go,” she added. She closed her eyes and felt again an echo of the swamping warmth that had attacked her when his lips met hers.
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