
You share a Latin Quarter studio with two fellow painters when two shabby musicians talk their way in, followed by Trilby, a laughing model who sings an old song beautifully out of tune. Svengali calls her ear absent and her instrument exceptional, and keeps her address after she leaves. Days later neuralgia sends her back in pain, and his offered cure leaves her unable to open her eyes or speak until he allows it. She thanks him for the relief; you are left weighing what safeguards his next visit needs.
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