He works in Wisconsin,an erect spare whitehaired man, his sons are archi-tects, apprentices from al over the world come to work with him,drafting the new city (he cal s it Broadacre City). Margo opened her blue eyes wide. Al winter and the next summer they toured on theKeith circuit, sleeping in pul mans and in al kinds of hotels a They rambled aimlessly round the streets, reading palegreen yel ow and pink theatre notices on kiosks, looking into windows of antiqueshops.
He woke up next morning in a rattletrap hotel in Coney Island. It was a great shock to me. The bar was down at the crossing. I didn't think you'd take the risk, she said, clipping each word off and spitting it in his face.
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