Still, here we are in this dingy, foggy city. He carried a cane and a silk hat with a mourning-band in one gray-gloved hand; his frock-coat and trousers were admirable; his handsome face, his black mustache, his prominent brow conveyed an eager solicitude. As she approached the corner of the Avenue the blond, no-hatted man in gray flannels appeared. He passed, and came loitering back and stood beside her, silently looking into her face. ” “It is most unlikely that I shall be able to do so,” Anna answered. “Remember that the man will probably die.
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