Marina had retired to bed, drinking wine
slowly, sleeping when she was not drinking. G. The
pole-chair caravan resumed its journey. Her sadness was manageable only
because she was so familiar with its phases, because she
could observe its moods remotely, like an astronomer
studying the moon. “Oh, yes,” the stranger remarked good-humouredly. It was Annabel who caught at the paper. “It’s bound to be all right,” she said. Daily contact with actual
human beings all the more inclined her toward the imaginative. You notice
that I have recently spent ten francs on a box of the best Russian cigarettes, and
that there are roses upon my table. “Who is the tenant of these rooms?” he inquired. Only I am not an acquaintance at all. Her anger died and she eyed him. Before we start, I'll accommodate you with a pair of
ruffles. So, in broken, rather breathless phrases, he told his story; and
when he had done, he laid his arms upon the table and bent his head to them. But one day he came to me.
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