In the midst of this light stood a young woman. He played for an hour—Grieg, Chopin, Rubenstein, Liszt, crashing music. He's a Welshman, and I wouldn't for a trifle that any accident befel him. He did not know—and probably never would unless she told him—that it was very easy (and comfortable for a woman) to fall into slatternly ways in this latitude. Except for the dull eyes and the extreme pallor of his face, there was nothing else to indicate that he was deep in liquor.
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