Her cheeks burned for a moment or two when she reached the street, although she held her head upright and walked blithely, even humming to herself fragments of an old French song. The major hailed him with a show of relief. "You are my prisoner. ’” She played “If I Were a Rich Man,” adding syrupy trills and flourishes at every phrase. And then you go—and half throttle me.
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