Anna sprang to her feet with a startled cry. " Ideas are never born; they are suggested; they are planted seeds. Her dainty shoes were soiled with dust and there was a great tear in her skirt. "I'm glad to hear it, that's all," he added, taking out his snuff-box, his never-failing resource in such emergencies. \" He leaned at a steeper pitch. She seemed tense when not playing, he noted, more so than she had during the first two pieces. It must have cut him. She gazed steadily out of the window at that arc of glittering lights. All right! I’m off. On the bench was set a quartern measure of gin, a crust of bread, and a slice of cheese.
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