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He looked at her strangely, almost as though she'd said something obscene.

'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.'

'Don't blame New York,' he said. 'It can't help itself.'

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

'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.'

'Don't blame New York,' he said. 'It can't help itself.'

'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.'

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

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

'Illusionist,' she said.

He looked at her strangely, almost as though she'd said something obscene.

'Don't blame New York,' he said. 'It can't help itself.'

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?'

He turned on his heel and made a smart withdrawal.

'Don't blame New York,' he said. 'It can't help itself.'

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

'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.'

'About it being an accident.'

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

'May I ask . . . your name?'

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

'I called him a magician a while back,' Harry said. 'You corrected me.'

'Illusionist,' she said.

'About it being an accident.'

He looked at her strangely, almost as though she'd said something obscene.

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