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The freakish little leader of the orchestra, newly imported from
Sicily to New York, tossed his conductor's wand excitedly through
the air, drowning with musical thunders the hum of conversation and
the clatter of plates.
Yet neither his apish demeanour nor the deafening noises that
responded to every movement of his agile body detracted attention
from the figure of Reginald Clarke and the young man at his side as
they smilingly wound their way to the exit.
The boy's expression was pleasant, with an inkling of
wistfulness, while the soft glimmer of his lucid eyes betrayed the
poet and the dreamer. The smile of Reginald Clarke was the smile
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