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'He used to call himself the Great Pretender,' she said. The thought made her smile.

'Oh yes. I lived with Swann seven and a half years, and I got to understand him as well as anybody ever could. I learned to sense when he wanted me around, and when he didn't. When he didn't, I'd take myself off somewhere and let him have his privacy. Genius needs privacy. And he was a genius, you know. The greatest illusionist since Houdini.'

Harry shook his head. 'I can't afford Broadway, Mrs. Swann.'

Harry shook his head. 'I can't afford Broadway, Mrs. Swann.'

'The letter,' she repeated.

Valentin had appeared with a glass of milk. He set it down on the table in front of Harry. As he made to leave, she said: 'Valentin. The letter?'

Harry wanted to say Swann would have been mad not to have done so, but the comment was inappropriate. She didn't want blandishments; didn't need them. Didn't need anything, perhaps, but her husband alive again.

Valentin had appeared with a glass of milk. He set it down on the table in front of Harry. As he made to leave, she said: 'Valentin. The letter?'

'May I ask . . . your name?'

'We were only over for three months, while his show ran. We were going back in September . . .'

Harry wanted to say Swann would have been mad not to have done so, but the comment was inappropriate. She didn't want blandishments; didn't need them. Didn't need anything, perhaps, but her husband alive again.

'He's grief-stricken,' she said. 'Forgive him his behaviour. He was with Swann from the beginning of his career. I think he loved my husband as much as I did.'

'To Hamburg,' she said, 'I don't like this city. It's too hot. And too cruel.'

'Did you ever see his performance?'

'Now I think I didn't know him at all,' she went on, 'didn't understand him. I think maybe it was another trick. Another part of his magic.'

'And he was no miracle-worker?'

'We were only over for three months, while his show ran. We were going back in September . . .'

'I'd think sometimes-it was a kind of miracle that he let me into his life . . .'

'May I ask . . . your name?'

'And he was no miracle-worker?'

'I'm sorry. My name is Swann, Mr. D'Amour. Dorothea Swann. You may have heard of my husband?'

'He's grief-stricken,' she said. 'Forgive him his behaviour. He was with Swann from the beginning of his career. I think he loved my husband as much as I did.'

Harry shook his head. 'I can't afford Broadway, Mrs. Swann.'

'We were only over for three months, while his show ran. We were going back in September . . .'

Valentin had appeared with a glass of milk. He set it down on the table in front of Harry. As he made to leave, she said: 'Valentin. The letter?'

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