She was standing before a window, against the background of the rain-burdened April sky. It was a bogus affair altogether, kept by some blackguard or other of an Englishman. He will not come. The solos were revealing, sensual and moody. If you were a poet in need of rhymes, you had only to turn to a certain page. It had ceased to beat.
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