Wanton! Had I been one, even God would have forgiven me, understanding. He was a square-faced man of nearly fifty, with iron-gray hair a mobile, cleanshaven mouth and rather protuberant black eyes that now scrutinized Ann Veronica. He played for an hour—Grieg, Chopin, Rubenstein, Liszt, crashing music. He touched her hand, soft and cool to his fingers—she turned at once to look at him.
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