It was a society column about the richest men in the world and their lavish parties. “How do you feel?” she asked. “Yes! I must! The thing is becoming a torture to me. He said daring things with a grace which made them irresistible, his eyes flashed back upon her some eloquent but silent appreciation of the change in her manner towards him. Martin came to the stage from his section, his own violin in hand. The sing-song girl, her fiddle broken, was beating her forehead upon the floor and wailing: Ai, ai! Ai, ai! Spurlock—or Taber, as he called himself—sat slumped in a chair, staring with glazed eyes at nothing, absolutely uninterested in the confusion for which he was primarily accountable. After all, that was life. He returned, blue towel in hand.
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