He hadn't gambled or played the horses or hit the booze back there in little old New York…. “I wonder!” said Miss Stanley. “You’ve got to take the decent reasonable way. Drawing a pistol, and unclosing his lantern with the quickness of thought, he then burst through an open trap-door into a small loft. My Mom and Dad were always 184 at work. "Red apples and snow!" she sent back at him, her face suddenly transfixed by some inner glory. He grunted, and his grip gave. It's certain. He played for an hour—Grieg, Chopin, Rubenstein, Liszt, crashing music.
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