now don't be shocked . It was a relief when they got to the cigars and liqueurs. and when I get married you're comin' to play that damned accordeen of yours at the weddin' . He rol ed his eyes towards Margo.
A dark thinfaced man in white serge who was chatting with an importantlooking baldheaded Jewish gen-tleman was staring at her. The big room was already fil ing up with newspapermen. He couldn't stand to go home. A gusty wind whirled dust and excelsior and old papers.
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