If she had any idea at all, it was something she dimly recalled from her books: something celestially beautiful, with a happy ending. Thinking of Mantua, she wandered to the courtyard. The first was to break a dinner engagement. And I need not tell you that her hotel bill is running on the same as yours. \" \"All right. Your life is like a funeral March. ” But after that neither ideas nor phrases had come and she had fallen thinking of the events of the day. It was for ever. She was aware of him—a silk-hatted, shiny-black figure on the opposite side of the Avenue; and then, abruptly and startlingly, he crossed the road and saluted and spoke to her.
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