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Theaglancedawkwardlyawayfromherandlookedstern，butMrs。Harsanyiknewthatshewaspleased。Theywentintotheliving—room，behindthestudio，wherethetwochildrenwereplayingonthebigrugbeforethecoalgrate。Andor，theboy，wassix，asturdy，handsomechild，andthelittlegirlwasfour。ShecametrippingtomeetThea，lookinglikealittledollinherwhitenetdress——hermothermadeallherclothes。Theapickedherupandhuggedher。Mrs。Harsanyiexcusedherselfandwenttothedining—room。Shekeptonlyonemaidanddidagooddealofthehouseworkherself，besidescookingherhusband’sfavoritedishesforhim。Shewasstillunderthirty，aslender，gracefulwoman，gracious，intelligent，andcapable。Sheadaptedherselftocircumstanceswithawell—bredeasewhichsolvedmanyofherhusband’sdifficulties，andkepthim，ashesaid，fromfeelingcheapanddownattheheel。
Nomusicianeverhadabetterwife。Unfortunatelyherbeautywasofaveryfrailandimpressionablekind，andshewasbeginningtoloseit。Herfacewastoothinnow，andtherewereoftendarkcirclesunderhereyes。
Leftalonewiththechildren，TheasatdownonTanya’slittlechair——shewouldratherhavesatonthefloor，butwasafraidofrumplingherdress——andhelpedthemplay\"cars\"withAndor’sironrailwayset。Sheshowedhim
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