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Hart Street was still quaint for chats upon the stoops; or over coffie black to creamed at Olivia's restaurant down the way on Main and Jiven Joe had gone on to the folks about the public interest. "You may think her dingy, but she is a darling damsel daring dreams due no damn doubt to the public nightmare; and all saints were shuned or slandered, stripped to be stilled of spirit or shouted insane on the measure of sick wit before savage violence:- until, until my dear friends, with which of course you take no part - the money was sure on the Bishop's bet of tributes." Into the day her court had counted as four she had said; "The waves before us take me beyond this beach to an ocean blue deeper than blackness." While in clamor her soul had stretched the bosom of her idea out onto the rolling mention that whispers maybe sil- ence upon the world space of sea. She with no swell- ing seen felt the image-vision playing with-and-in a belly bottom of the Heaven formed Mother Earth doing it again down here. On the fifth day the motions of Hart Street had been filled with sounds built up from a murmur into an over- ture of question. These sounds had become one to Jiven Joe as a chorus while he had passed through the motions and the sounds had passed through him. THE PEOPLE had risen