He played for an hour—Grieg, Chopin, Rubenstein, Liszt, crashing music. “It’s about forty pounds. That's the sort of fool your nephew is!" "Not even a good time!" said the aunt, whimsically, as she stuffed the bills into her reticule. "I have hurt you because I would not trust you. She was silent, the ghost of a fading smile passed from her lips.
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