“I remember,” she said, “that the first night I saw you, you spoke of my sister as your friend. I tried to get across the terrace and onto the bridge to introduce myself, but the crowds did not part and I lost you. If the boy was legging it alone…. It was like the grin of a fiend, and made my flesh creep on my bones. I was ready to wager that your name would have marched with one of them. Visible underneath his collar were some metal tags. I take the life out of men. You must forgive the poet’s license I take. In the meanwhile, as he talked, he scrutinized her face, ran his eyes over her careless, gracious poise, wondered hard about her. The place to which you went was not the English Embassy, and the whole performance was a fraud. "So that was it? And what the devil are you doing here, moping alone on the beach? Why aren't you with her in this hour of bitterness?" "What can I do?" "You can go to her and take her in your arms. ” The redness in his face betrayed him. This too shall pass.
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