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Old Flute-Player

Name: Old Flute-Player
Brand: 1st World Publishing
SKU: 08414208
Price: 16.09 EUR
Availability: InStock
Author: Charles T Dazey
ISBN: 9781421893259

Charles T Dazey

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English

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Libristo code: 08414208

Publishers 1st World Publishing, October 2008

Herr Kreutzer was a mystery to his companions in the little London orchestra in which he played, and... Full description

Libristo code: 08414208

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Herr Kreutzer was a mystery to his companions in the little London orchestra in which he played, and he kept his daughter, Anna, in such severe seclusion that they little more than knew that she existed and was beautiful. Not far from Soho Square, they lived, in that sort of British lodgings in which room-rental carries with it the privilege of using one hole in the basement-kitchen range on which to cook food thrice a day. To the people of the lodging-house the two were nearly as complete a mystery as to the people of the orchestra. "Hi sye," the landlady confided to the slavey, M'riar, "that Dutch toff in the hattic, 'e's somethink in disguise!" "My hye," exclaimed the slavey, who adored Herr Kreutzer and intensely worshiped Anna. She jumped back dramati-cally. "Not bombs!"