Surely Capes
was different. He came to her and stood before her, waiting,
the morning light dazzling his eyes. The eminent painter had handsome,
expressive features, an aquiline nose, and a good deal of dignity in his manner. Her confession was still unmade. “I can tell
you are thinking about it. But she does not resemble you in
any other way. There are no funerals among the poor, only
burials. ”
“Well, I take it we’re straight again,” said Capes with a note of relief, and
assumed an easier position on the edge of her table. She auditioned and got a summer job
teaching violin at the Mozart summer music camp for
children, catching the luckiest of breaks. For a space he rode the whirligig. ”
It was a tiny little room, daintily furnished, individual in its quaint colouring, and
the masses of perfumed flowers set in strange and unexpected places.
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