In Manhattan, a little white ball streaked back and forth, around and about, the four red walls of a brilliantly lit room. Following the ball's dizzy speed, two agile men, with the eyes of falcons, pursued it, rackets poised. In turn they beat the ball afresh to make it go faster—whack, whack, like pistol shots against the walls. Now and again one would miss his stroke. Now and again came a great clang as the ball crashed into the "tell-tale," or metal strip across the bottom of the front wall. For an hour or...
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