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The shops were lighting up into
gigantic lanterns of color, the street lamps were glowing into existence, and she
had lost her way. She brought the cups
of cocoa back to the bedroom. Sheppard, with a laugh that cut the ears of those
who listened to it like a razor,—"Do not despair! And who or what shall give me
comfort when my son is gone? I have wept till my eyes are dry,—suffered till
my heart is broken,—prayed till the voice of prayer is dumb,—and all of no
avail. . 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.
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