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ican music they were forever playing, even if it was considered very smart. “Give me,” she said, “the good old-fashioned Danish melodies of Gade and Heise. Which reminds me, Herr Olsen says that Nielsen‘s “Helios” is being performed with great success just now in England. But I suppose you know all about it, Helga. He‘s already told you. What?” This last was accompanied with an arch and insinuating smile.
A shrug moved Helga Crane‘s shoulders. Strange she‘d never before noticed what a positively disagreeable woman Fru Fischer was. Stupid, too.
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