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SHE DANCED ALONE IN THE EMPTY BALLROOM AFTER MIDNIGHT-UNAWARE THE DUKE WAS WATCHING

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sweet perfume Petra always wore.

She began to play a small, light piece by a French composer that was pretty, not hard, and she played lines well. When she finished, everyone clapped politely in the way people clap when a thing has been done correctly and they are relieved lines is over.

“Very nice, dear,” said her aunt. “Now, Petra, will you sing for continue reading …

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