Back and forth, back and forth, over the net, spun the little white ball, driven by the quick, sure strokes of the players. There was no sound save the bounding of the ball against the racquets, and the thud of rubber soles on the hard ground. Then--a sudden twirl of a supple wrist, and-- The man on the other side of the net laughed as he gathered up the balls for a new serve.…
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