She used to play violin, you know. I tell you what, Mr. Each was draped in transparent silk, dancing, beckoning to me, teasing me. The real tragedy—which he sensed and toward which he was always reaching—eluded all his verbal skill. I thought it would be magnificent to have a great house in Paris, and more money than any other woman.
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