’” She played “If I Were a Rich Man,” adding syrupy trills and flourishes at every phrase. She was aware of the body of the court, of clerks seated at a black table littered with papers, of policemen standing about stiffly with expressions of conscious integrity, and a murmuring background of the heads and shoulders of spectators close behind her. When you don’t have any toes left, I take your precious little cock. Where the devil have you hidden all those weapons? Don’t tell me you’ve got ’em with you. Come!” They went out together and he called a hansom. The day had become suddenly overcast.
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