She went to her own table
and sat down. “No, the only person I told before tonight was my
mother and father. “What can one say?” she exclaimed. She drank
it obediently. She opened her suitcase—new and smelling
strongly of leather—and took out of it a book, dogeared and precariously held
together, bound in faded blue cloth and bearing the inscription: The Universal
Handbook. These interests her world
promptly, through the agency of schoolmistresses, older school-mates, her aunt,
and a number of other responsible and authoritative people, assured her she must
on no account think about. There
was no response. His face was white. Gianfrancesco became agitated. There was already a score or more of people there, some standing up and talking
together, others seated in chairs ranged along the wall.
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