"Woman, your wits are fled!" And so it seemed; for all the answer she could make was to murmur distractedly, "I can't find the key. Martin came to the stage from his section, his own violin in hand. “That was a moment of madness,” she said. It was a gorgeous May evening, the air redolent with the soapy purple scents of hyacinth and lilac. That is I saw her.
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