"Nobody composes any more, nobody paints, nobody writes—I mean, on a par with what we've just heard. Valade, who was standing by her chair, glancing around the packed pink-papered saloon with a heavy frown on his face, was a thickset man of coarse, reddened feature, with a discontented air. She pushed at the closer of the two soldiers bearing the precious burden.
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