You’ll be telling me Gerald did not catch you snooping at the Bicknacres, I suppose. McClintock, coming from below, saw them and went forward. He played for an hour—Grieg, Chopin, Rubenstein, Liszt, crashing music. Then all the embarrassments of the matter flashed in upon her.
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