Again at eight o’clock, when the dark lanes of Roosevelt avenue were five deep with throbbing taxi cabs, bound for the theater district, I felt a sinking in my heart, Forms leaned together in the taxis as they waited, and voices sang, and there was laughter from unheard jokes, and lighted cigarettes outlined unintelligible gestures inside. Imagining that I, too, was hurrying towards gaiety and sharing their intimate excitement, I wished them well.

For a while I lost sight of Mandy, and then in midsummer I found him again. At first I was

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