I will not be sent away. They stood for a moment in the passage and listened. Both had very singular faces; very odd wigs, very much pulled over their brows; and very large cravats, very much raised above their chins. She looked down tassels of his shiny shoes with a scowl. “It’s odd—I have no doubt in my mind that what we are doing is wrong,” he said. After what seemed like an eternity he turned right onto a dirt road that ended unceremoniously at a copse of leafless trees. He walked through a wide open archway, curtained with deep-blue curtains, into the apartment that served as a reception-room. Plays Beethoven, Rubenstein and all those chaps. His friendship seemed a thing worth having.
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