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He was there again. She saw him when she took her first glance at the restless Manhattan audience -- down in the front row with his head bent a bit forward and his gray eyes fixed on her. And she knew that to him they were alone together in a world where the high-rouged row of ballet faces and the massed whines of the violins were as imperceivable as powder on a marble Venus. An instinctive defiance rose within her.
"Silly boy! " she said to herself hurriedly, and she didn't take her encore.