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 want,” he said, with a white hand outstretched, “to take you out to tea. He had removed his silk hat, and now sat looking at Ann Veronica over an untouched cup of tea; he sat gloating upon her, trying to catch her eye. ‘While you are making me this interrogation, my poor Jacques bleeds to death.
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