Book1:TeDream-Maker

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    Inthedeepofthenight，thewarmgoldensuncastagoldenlightontheground，whichmadeSamanthafeesthoughshewaswalkingonherrunwayunderagoldenspotlight．Butno!Thetworowsofhousesfnkingeachsideofthequietstreettoldheritwasnotso．Shehadonayellowcorduroydress，caughtbyathingoldeherslimwaist．Shedidnotwearherbra．Thepartofheroutfitsheroudestofwastheglitteringstogswithasilkensheenwhichshefastehgarters.Shehatedpantyhose.Theexquisitecligh-heeledshoesonthesidewalkcouldbeheardegoilndsilentstreets．Whywasshewalkingalomidnightunderagoldensun?Shedidnotknow，andnooneelsekher．Soonshecametoanightclub，wherebusinesswassck,withonlythreeorfourpatronsscatteredabouttheroom．Thebar-tenderwastalkinganimatedlytoapatronaboutanactthathappehatafternoon，whenaebrokeandcrushedsomepassersbytodeath．Acigarettegirlwalkedaroundtheroomcalling，"Cigar!Cigarette!"andthendisappeared．Althoughtheroomwasalmostempty，theeainerwassoimmersedinhisownfeelingsthathehadlittleregardforexternalcircumstances．Hewassingingandpyingtheeleicansimultaneously．Hesippedfromthegssofwihetopofhisinstrumentfromtimetotimeandexpressedhimselfvigorously，givingawonderfulperformance．Hewasabckmusi，sohismusichadatingeofmencholyliketheBlues．Theoppedpyingandgulpeddowntheremnantsofthewine．Hismoodsuddenlyged．HismusicbecamevibrantasaburningfmeandSamanthacouldseetearsshimmeringinhiseyes．Sherealizeditwasthecreativepowerofartandthoughtsexwithsuchasensitivemanwouldbeanovelexperiendeed．

    ThecigarettegirlDorna，stoodbytheerwindowgazingily