The manager had sketched the girl's character, or rather had interpreted it, from the incidents which had happened since dinner. In a little while—to-morrow—all these tender, beautiful emotions will pass away, and I'll become what I was yesterday, a cynical, miserly old spinster. It was eleven o'clock. 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.
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