. For a long time neither spoke again. Occasionally the canvas snapped as the wind veered slightly. "In the devil's name, is that you, Jack!" ejaculated Kneebone. Lucy collapsed to the floor in a sob. He played for an hour—Grieg, Chopin, Rubenstein, Liszt, crashing music. Gazing at her with eyes blinded with tears, he imprinted one brotherly kiss upon her lips. He beamed as she whispered to 22 him that she had seen a table so fine or tasted such wonders. 4.
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