“Never was such an age of transition. The perspiration stood out upon his forehead. ” Anna looked at her steadily. A hush descended across the audience as instruments tuned, creating small ladders of fifths that collapsed abruptly, snatches of solos that disappeared and reappeared like gags in a house of mirrors. She leaned back in the cab with half-closed eyes. Well one night, some of us saw him, or thought we saw him, at a café dining with ‘Alcide,’—as a matter of fact, it seems that it was her sister.
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