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The sound of the piano faded away in a gradual diminuendo and at last stopped. A brief interval of silence followed.
Then Mr. Pottermack, withdrawing his gaze from the infinite distance beyond the garden, turned to look at his hostess and found her regarding him with a slightly quizzical smile.