"You are my prisoner, Jack. He yielded his place and struck instead with his tongue. He played for an hour—Grieg, Chopin, Rubenstein, Liszt, crashing music. “Confound sex from first to last!” said Ann Veronica. “Well, you certainly did very well at tea,” she remarked. I——” She threw herself into an easy chair.
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