THE FIRST NIGHT
the table. “Good morning, Clara,” he says sonorously, and then stops dead: “Good God! ,_illustration_by_Josef_%C4%8Capek,_pg_107.png)
I ought to have said ‘Clara, something unexpected has happened to me,’ at once.”
Clara, meanwhile, is stuck stiff with fright: she has not had her cue. “Good morning,” she extemporizes in despair.
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