He leaned back in a low chair, and watched her graceful movements, the play of her white hands as she bent over some wonderful machine. 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. "Where did I hear that before?" "Perhaps that first day, in the water-clock tower. ’ A grimace crossed her face.
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