“You’re a student, perhaps?” said the tall woman. 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. The real tragedy—which he sensed and toward which he was always reaching—eluded all his verbal skill. "To—to—no matter what," returned the widow distractedly. He used to live in a boarding-house in Russell Square. For a moment, Kneebone had hesitated about giving the signal to Shotbolt, but, thinking a more favourable opportunity might occur, he determined not to hazard matters by undue precipitation. "But I agree with Hogarth, that he is precisely the person to do what he has done.
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