The veiled windless hour had passed and behind the panes of the naked window the morning light was gathering. What I, on my side, had to care for was, without disturbing her, to reach, from the corridor, some other window in the same quarter. From another window open to the air came the sound of a piano, scale after scale rising into the treble. --Yes, father? --Is your lazy bitch of a brother gone out yet? --Yes, father.
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