” The official had no more to say. ” “You would let him—knowing—all that you know?” “Why not? She is my flesh and blood. Maybe it’s his loss. If they had any idea the concerts he had seen, they would have known the quality of her playing. She did not bother with the backpack despite its due tomorrow status. At the door through which she had entered the room stood the so-called Monsieur Valade. He ushered them with an amiable flat hand into a minute apartment with a little gas-stove, a silk crimson-covered sofa, and a bright little table, gay with napery and hot-house flowers.
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