B
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A
and, and she was a very svelte, sophisticated urban New Yorker --
B
Oh.
A
-- and he was a, a poor Frenchman who had grown up on the, on the streets and sort of pulled himself up by his bootstraps and claimed to be a composer, but there was no proof whatsoever that he really was.
B
Uh-huh.
A
He'd been working in a restaurant when they met.