For a few minutes, she appeared scarcely sensible of his presence. She cried for hours but would not scream as her mother was packed into a marble coffin. “I’d have to sneak out after everyone was asleep. Not then. You are afraid—that here in London—I shall not be a success. He played for an hour—Grieg, Chopin, Rubenstein, Liszt, crashing music.
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