He played for an hour—Grieg, Chopin, Rubenstein, Liszt, crashing music. Surely it was a dream. It was an awful moment—so awful, that every other feeling except deep interest in the scene seemed suspended. Near the door stood a pile of deal planks, behind which the carpenter ensconced himself in order to reconnoitre, unobserved, the proceedings of his idle apprentice. We all did that in our youth, when first we came upon a fine story; else we were worthless metal indeed.
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