The thought caused him an odd kind of pang—of pity, naturally. He was full of fabulous stories, not just tales of his own past in Rome but wonderful fables from the mysterious Orient and the ancient Greeks, old jokes and yarns that only he remembered. The sea was no longer rolling brass; it was bluer than anything he had ever seen. “For my part I can see no difference in any of these French girls who come over here with their demure manner and atrocious songs. The vast heap of rubbish on the floor had been so materially increased by the bricks and plaster thrown down in his attack upon the wall of the Red Room, that it was with some difficulty he could find the blanket which was almost buried beneath the pile. It had seemed to her that life might be very good indeed with his kindliness and sacrifice about her. Detached, it was not impossible that she would be forced to leave the dining room because of invading tears.
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