" "Come along," thundered Jonathan. . She drifted back into the welcoming arms of sleep, feeling herself surrounded in silk. Brown engaged in the usual browbeating and complaining he reserved for sections who came in late and soloists who left tempo behind like the leftovers of a Sunday picnic. "Jack Sheppard's fingers are lime-twigs.
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