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Chapter 13

           Theoldwomancameandsilentlyclearedaway,withoutoncelookingatme,evenwhenIpointedatthefewcakesleftandpraisedtheminmystiltedGreek;thehermitmasterevidentlylikedsilentservants.Themusiccameclearlyoutoftheroom,andflowedaroundmeandoutthroughthecolonnadeintothelight.Hebrokeoff,repeatedapassage,andthenstoppedasabruptlyashehadbegun.Adoorclosed,therewasasilence.Fiveminutespassed,thenten.Thesuncrepttowardsmeovertheredtiles.IfeltIoughttohavegoneinearlier;thatnowIhadputhiminahuff.Butheappearedinthedoorway,speaking."Ihavenotdrivenyouaway.""Notatall.ItwasBach?""Telemann.""Youplayverywell.""Once,Icouldplay.Nevermind.Come."Hisjerkinesswaspathological;asifhewantedtogetridnotonlyofme,butoftimeitself.Istoodup."IhopeIshallhearyouplayagain."Hemadealittlebow,refusingtheinvitationtoinvite."Ihopeyouwill.""Onegetssostarvedofmusichere.""Onlyofmusic?"HewentonbeforeIcouldanswer."Comenow.Prosperowillshowyouhisdomaine."AswewentdownthestepstothegravelIsaid,"Prosperohadadaughter.""Prosperohadmanythings."Heturnedalookonme."Andnotallyoungandbeautiful,Mr.Urfe.""Youlivealonehere?""Whatsomewouldcallalone.Whatotherswouldnot."Hestaredaheadashesaidit;whethertomystifymeoncemoreorbecausetherewasnomoretobesaidtoastranger,Icouldn’ttell.Hewalkedrapidlyon,alertly,incessantlypointingthingsout.

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