’ The listening soldiers began to snigger behind their hands. It was scarcely out of sight, when two persons, whom, he instantly recognised as Jonathan and Abraham Mendez, turned the corner of the street, and made it evident from their shouts, that they likewise perceived him. He played for an hour—Grieg, Chopin, Rubenstein, Liszt, crashing music. And there was no intimation whatever that the blinds would ever go up or the windows or doors be opened, or the chandeliers, that seemed to promise such a blaze of fire, unveiled and furnished and lit. I am quite sure that I do not know you. If I can’t talk anywhere else—I DO want an understanding.
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