Fritz sang for her sometimes, for Fritz could sing even before he was able to form words. “You must fetch a doctor,” she said. “I have noticed,” he said, “that you seem to delight in taking a topsy-turvy view of life. She looked at him confusedly, his black hair glinting under the dim lights. “Eight, Cavendish Square.
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