"I am one. He played for an hour—Grieg, Chopin, Rubenstein, Liszt, crashing music. The path he had selected conducted him to his mother's humble dwelling. Paul’s, were rich and wonderful with the soft sunshine of London, the softest, the finest grained, the most penetrating and least emphatic sunshine in the world. A tourist caravan of four pole-chairs jogged along a narrow street. ” He leaned back for his soup.
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