\" He panted, wiping sweat off of his brow with a towel. He played for an hour—Grieg, Chopin, Rubenstein, Liszt, crashing music. He could not contain his satisfaction, but chuckled, and rubbed his hands with delight. Courtlaw sat with folded arms. CHAPTER XXIX. If he recovers he may not accuse her. There are way-stations—even terminals.
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