She stood up before him, smiling faintly. Coffee à la Turque wasn't so bad; but a guy couldn't soak his breakfast toast in it. There was a murmur or two among the watchers on the bench, but no one ventured to intervene again. Then, naturally, I went on talking. Instead of which, more than half an hour has elapsed. “Many nights I have thought of you, Anna.
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