” “To a friend?” “To lodgings—alone. She was ashamed of herself for the simple gladness she felt wash over her as the infant’s screams ended. 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. It engulfed them in black, white, and gray. “Indeed I shall not forget your offer. "Miss Enschede—such an odd name!—are you French?" "Oh, no. "It is useless to deny it," replied Jack.
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