"Who is it, Bess?" "How should I know?" replied Edgeworth Bess. The manager, however, who stood in the wings, nodded to her to proceed, and the orchestra commenced the first few bars of the music. It was as if her finite human brain could only store a limit of information, details like hair color and fingernail shape easily jettisoned to make room for the nuances of a grin or the emotion of a shoulder blade. . She felt a hysterical desire to strike him, to burst out crying, to blurt out the whole miserable truth.
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