He savored the last solo, the coda. Jack could hardly be accounted good-looking: Thames, on the contrary, was one of the handsomest boys possible. A stack of chimneys, on the house above them, had yielded to the storm, and descended in a shower of bricks and stones. ‘You cannot read my mind at all, monsieur.
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