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His feet would have the firm texture of his hands. “They might do you good,” she remarked. "I didn't think you'd been so easily fooled, Joan. ” “I’m sorry. He played for an hour—Grieg, Chopin, Rubenstein, Liszt, crashing music. I can’t rest or work or settle down to anything while things are like this between you and me. In nearly every speech she heard was the same implication of great and necessary changes in the world—changes to be won by effort and sacrifice indeed, but surely to be won.
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