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Phonograph—Tango She was alone that night. He had broken into her courtyard, Above the gurgling gutters he heard— surely— a door unchained?

The passage was black; but he risked it— death in the darkness— or her hot arms—(love—love me ah-h-h!)

"A good old tune," she murmured —and I found we were dancing. 23