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. I’m rather scornful. When she came to, she was lying with her head in Martha’s lap, and a livid bruise was forming at the point of a raging headache. Madame shrugged.
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