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Big Auntie sits in the parlor listening to French art songs on the phonograph. They sound, she says, "a little like the cha cha cha."
Past the veranda of the one-story. frame house runs South Fifth Avenue. It is a narrow, rutted road of yellow clay shaded by oak trees. On the other side of town, beyond Magnolia Street and the county courthouse with its marbled Confederate soldier, runs the avenue known as North Fifth. There stand the great mansions with their porticoes and colonnades and carriage houses. Big Auntie has been there-as...
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