“TROUSERS!” she whispered. He beamed a little as she disappeared into the orchestra room, a cacophony of tuning instruments. He stopped on the curb-stone, not facing her but as if he was on his way to cross the road, and spoke to her suddenly over his shoulder. She had to think of something fast, or her reaction would start to make believers out of everyone. You were with your mother, the two of you huddled like thieves, laughing at the silly women who tried to shield themselves from rain by cowering under empty baskets and shawls. O'Higgins returned to town and made a night of it, nothing very wild, nothing very desperate.
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