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"Shhhhwhat's the matter with you? My God, but you're rattled "

"Of course I am," I whispered

"Explain ments "

"They're not worth repeating It's an argument It's aboutabout me "

I caughtso fast, no ainst the wall, let ed

The pianist hadpopular, from the Br

oadway stage, I think It was sad and sweet, and one of the old wo the words with her rouged lips as she puffed on a cigarette She was fro noas out of the question She had skin like a lizard But she was a har All of thes

My victi with his daughter Would she not take just oneperhaps

He would hter, this victi to save his soul

I foundhow late St Patrick's stayed open She wanted so badly to go there She was, as always, refusing his e, I want your soul I can't take the money for the church! It comes from crime It's filthy "

The snow fell outside The piano ent

Andrew Lloyd Webber at his best, I thought So from Phantom of the Opera

There was that noise again out in the lobby, and I turned abruptly in my chair and looked over ht I heard it again, like a footstep, an echoing footstep, a deliberately terrifying footstep I did hear it I kneas treone, over There came no voice in my ear

I looked at David

"Lestat, you're petrified, aren't you?" he asked, very sympathetically