hosts of platinum girls coaxed from the screen, mil ions in win-nings were chalked up on the boards in t n and not heard, and at dinnertime you could smel good things to eat and hear knives and forks and tinkly companyvo When it turned out to be a false alarm Dick felt almost relieved. d when he was a kid in school, for the market to close so that he could go uptown to a speakeasy on Fiftyseco
The house smel ed of frizzing hair and beautycreams and shavingsoap. gerer so often the companion of aimless walks) the jobhunt forgotten neglected the bul etinboard where the futures are scrawled in chalkamong nibbling chinamen at the Thaliaears dazed by the crash of alien gongs the chuckle of rattles the piping of incomprehensible flutes the sw He read and read the fine print. Agnes went upstairs again.
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