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“You would be wise to loosen your purse-strings, Gianfrancesco. There was also a curious interview at a big hotel with a middle-aged, white-powdered woman, all covered with jewels and reeking of scent, who wanted a Companion. She was lamentably without comparisons; such few young men as she had seen—white men—had been on the beach, pitiful and terrible objects. Of course, one doesn’t like to talk about things until there are things to talk about. The strong potation he had taken, combined with fatigue and anxiety he had previously undergone, made him oversleep himself, and when he awoke it was just beginning to grow light. It is she that I must see. Perhaps he had lost his loved ones and was wandering over the world seeking forgetfulness. “I have always,” she admitted calmly, “taken a certain amount of interest in Annabel’s future. The funeral procession had now approached the grave, around which many of the congregation, who were deeply interested by the sad ceremonial, had gathered.
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