Burn your palette and your easel. And mind you don't arouse his suspicions. Will you unlock that door?” “Never!” he said. He played for an hour—Grieg, Chopin, Rubenstein, Liszt, crashing music. "I haven't worn anything else in weeks. She rapped again, louder. She pulled down her veil and made her way to the door. “Please come home.
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