" "Mr. 272 < 34 > EPILOGUE She paced the Manhattan neighborhood, her backpack swinging, marveling at the austere buildings gleaming silver in their starkness. ” He stared in amazement at this new aspect of the situation. John, he was between me and the door. “Well, my girl, I wish you had thought about all these things before these bothers began. The music took hold of her slowly as her eyes wandered from the indistinct still ranks of the audience to the little busy orchestra with its quivering violins, its methodical movements of brown and silver instruments, its brightly lit scores and shaded lights. It was painted in the early seventeenth century by a minor artist named DuPre. ’ Gerald was relieved to hear the loud guffaw issuing from the old man’s lips. ‘Come on. She drew a chair to the window and stared at the splendour of the tropical night. ’ ‘Yes,’ she agreed, but her manner was a degree less warm.
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