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Updated: June 17, 2025
Monsieur Pelletier, who looked like a Brazilian parrot in beak and hue, cackled: "That's Cilli, our Japanese. She was born in Germany, and is my niece's governess. Quite musical, too, I should say so. Just look at my two Maltese cats! I call them Tristan and Isolde because they make noises in the night. Don't you loathe Wagner?" It was time to go.
He was chilled for several seconds. Grief at his lost love, implacable anger at her trickery, crowded into his unhappy brain. But he only bowed to Cilli, and summoning all his will he politely said: "It is quite true that when the Japanese choose to play the piano, we Europeans must shut up shop." He hurried out to the road and walked desperately....
She told him, with her secret smile, that she had scolded them for talking so much; but when he played they were never far away, she assured him. Nor was the Japanese woman, Cilli what a name! A nickname given by Constantia in her babyhood. Cilli was a good soul. He hoped so her goodness was not apparent. She had a sneering expression as he played.
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