John’s father added cheerfully, “So, do you play any violin?” She balked at the stereotype, but admitted, “Yes, I play violin. ’ With an unexpected flush of pleasure, he recalled the girl’s antics. Her back had stiffened, and her hazel eyes looked steadfastly ahead. Presently she was going through a swaying, noisy crowd, whose faces grinned and stared pitilessly in the light of the electric standards. She gazed steadily out of the window at that arc of glittering lights.
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