" "Piano-player? Do you mean someone who plays for you?" "No, no; one of those mechanical things you play with your feet. Brown. ’ He fitted the hat onto her head, and was aware as he did so of her eyes watching his face. She was in ill trim for walking, but somehow or other she made her way as far as the Champs Elysées, and sank down upon an empty seat. The whole affair interested him deeply. "Your sister is dead," said he, in a deep whisper. "My enemy," replied her son.
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