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as beams of the police car swept them in an officious turn and sought the opening in the hedge.

But she’d sunk back on a leather bench, left the assault to their guide’s officious requests

he light changed and released them across Broadway and down Wall in disheveled Indian file staggered seriatim

Undismayed by lack of piano accompaniment, or now the peremptory rattle of the baton, this baying augmented as the apparition drew up at the footlights for breath.

I don’t know whether today is February 2nd or 3rd. It might be the 4th, or even the 5th or 6th. But it’s all the same to me. This is our threnody.