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music took hold of her slowly as her eyes wandered from the indistinct still
ranks of the audience to the little busy orchestra with its quivering violins, its
methodical movements of brown and silver instruments, its brightly lit scores
and shaded lights. “Sold again,” she remarked. I have an appetite which I dare not increase. ”
“And what about this man—Mr. By the intense look of him, she guessed that she had
just encountered for the first time the boy genius Martin
Chen. "On my soul, yes," rejoined Jonathan. 73
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AT HOME, 1982
Lucy woke up the next morning with Shari’s slow
sonorous breathing only a few feet away. The stage manager reappeared presently, and made a speech. The sing-song girl, her fiddle broken, was beating her forehead upon the floor
and wailing: Ai, ai! Ai, ai! Spurlock—or Taber, as he called himself—sat
slumped in a chair, staring with glazed eyes at nothing, absolutely uninterested in
the confusion for which he was primarily accountable.
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