眠気を誘う静けさのなか、ゴールドはページに目を落とした。 第176投。217ページ、315行目。 In drowsy silence gold bent on her page. From the saloon a call came, long in dying. That was a tuningfork the tuner had that he forgot that he now struck. A call again. That he now poised that it now throbbed. You hear? It throbbed, pure, purer, soft…