"His figure had something- I cannot say what- serpentine about it. The features were refined; and he had long, slender, subtle, magnetic-looking hands...an attractive smile, which belied the intense sadness of the eyes."
"...and he sat down at the piano. Then he played a Hungarian csardas- wild, rhapsodic, wonderful. That is the music which makes men mad." -Eric Stenbock
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