Mrs. 6. "What a wonderful colour!" she exclaimed. 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. But here was new music, tender and kindly and whimsical, that first roved to and fro in the mind and then cuddled up in the heart. She had come to the end of her resources. You understand me, Charcoal.
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