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 running vibrance of sound. Then a deep baritone hummed for a second and raised an air:

Then they were all in on the chorus:

and the gloom hummed with the low, close harmonies.

In another corner the crap circle had gathered. Porgy's delight in the game had not waned with his increasing interests, and he sat fondling the small white cubes, and whispering to them in his old confidential manner.

"Little w'ite babies," he crooned, "come sing fuh dis nigger."