"Eh-day! what's this?" cried Wood, looking up from beneath his spectacles. ’ ‘I do not think so,’ Melusine agreed, still puzzled. He played for an hour—Grieg, Chopin, Rubenstein, Liszt, crashing music. She kissed Lucia’s cheeks and patted her growing belly upon rising, to which her new husband disapproved, but Lucia loved the attention and adoration. Wood, with a message for Lady Trafford. He glanced out of the window, looked back at the major and grasped the handle of the door.
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