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In her little sitting-room she turned on the electric light and looked around half fearfully. In fact, one of them was downright sceptical. It was her past now, not Annabel’s. He played for an hour—Grieg, Chopin, Rubenstein, Liszt, crashing music. ” She turned her face to the fire, gripped her hands upon her elbows, and drew her thin shoulders together in a shrug. How on earth does it concern you?” Annabel laughed hardly.
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