The Beginnings of a Patriotic Singer in 1832 France; A Great Loss to the Musical World, His Death
Combeferre kindly smiles his kind smile at Feuilly. "You're here late, non?"
"But early for tomorrow's meeting." The fanmaker carelessly folds several sheets of paper, but not before his companion the philosopher sees words mixed with B sharp, F sharp.
Combeferre peers curiously over the rims of his spectacles, but refrains from asking questions that have arisen. He collects the rest of the things he came for, bids Feuilly goodnight, and begins to leave the cafe.
As the door closes behind him, he hears the rustle of paper, and a soft, sweet voice hesitantly fingering scattered notes.
Questions are answered.
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