and, I told myself, if I played t a single mistake -- the morning would find me once more a virgin.

    Crasick.

    else! Sly, cunning, urned; ing for me outside the door!

    I rose to my feet; fear gave me strengtly.

    quot;Come in!quot; My voice astoniss firmness, its clarity.

    t t t, stooping figure of tuner, and errified of me ter ure c seemed to me t I s ation, tened and tle almost in s.

    quot;Forgive me,quot; said Jean-Yves. quot;I kno I sside your door at midnig I , up and do t of t touition told me you could not sleep and mig your piano. And I could not resist t. Besides, I stumbled over t;

    And side my ook to stoool as if to ect me. Still ood smiling at me.  o make everyday conversation.

    quot;Its perfect,quot; I said. quot;tly in tune.quot; But y of embarrassment, as t thoroughly.

    quot;ernoon, I t Id never oucecreat for me, to uoso! So I crept up to your door nole dog mig my ear to tened, and listened -- until my stick fell to tary clumsiness of mine, and I ;

    touching ingenuous smile.

    quot;Perfectly in tune,quot; I repeated. to my surprise, no say anyt: quot;In tune. . . perfect. . . in tune,quot; over and over again. I sao  me very piercingly, someer tion of t bloody c  made me faint.

    uners arms and ucking tin cusool under my head.

    quot;You are in some great distress,quot; ;No bride s;

    ryside, tides.

    quot;Any bride brougo tle s and a coffin ; I said.

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    It