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... anic-stricken, rushed into the tavern.
He was a rather portly individual, laboriously moving his large belly, panting heavily, yet not slowing his pace at all, not even bothering about his wig that was nearly falling off.
With a thud, the merchant collided with a waiter carrying drinks, both of them tumbling to the ground, intimately acquainted with the floor.
Liszt, who was drinking, put down his glass and looked at the disheveled merchant.
Under his gaze, the me ...
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