The poor fellow's half smothered. I’m starving. He played for an hour—Grieg, Chopin, Rubenstein, Liszt, crashing music. She felt the bedsprings coil as he moved from his seated position, entranced. So I had to buy out his interest, and it pinched me dreadfully to do it. They went down the great staircase of the building, and, while she sought in her mind for a beginning, he broke into appreciation of her simple dress and selfcongratulations upon their engagement.
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