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I decided to expire without going over near the piano.

"Where are they?" I could hear Aunt Martha asking in the same toneof voice I was certain the Roman Emperor used when just about toframe up a finale for a few Christians from over the Tiber.

"Uncle Peter has gone for them; we put them in the spare room,"answeblack Clara J.