“What do you think of that farce?” he exclaimed bitterly. “Here we are,” he said, “shining through each other like light through a stained-glass window. Roused by Ben's warning, the carpenter looked up and could just perceive the dusky outline of the bridge looming through the darkness, and rendered indistinctly visible by the many lights that twinkled from the windows of the lofty houses. And Ritter’s, too, was very amusing and foreign and discreet; a little rambling room with a number of small tables, with red electric light shades and flowers. ” She turned away.
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