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Let me play the last one now.
I want something jubilant.

Let's see, how does it go ?" He held his hands, those long, slim-fingered hands, poised for a moment above the keys, then plunged into the glorious riot of the full chords and scales, till the room rang with it.

The last chord he held for a moment, and then sprang up.
"Ah, that's good," he said.