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It was on a sunny afternoon in October. Human masses streamed through / the alleys of the _Tiergarten_. With the desperate passion of an / ageing woman who feels herself about to be deserted, the giant city / received the last caresses of summer. A dotted throng that was not / unlike the chaos of the _Champs Elysees_, filled the broad, gray road / that leads to Charlottenburg.
Berlin, which cannot compete with any other great European city, as / far as the luxury of vehicular traffic is concerned, seemed to have / sent out to-day all it possessed in that kind. The weather was too / beautiful for closed _coupes_, and hence the comfortable family landau / was most in evidence. Only now and then did an elegant victoria glide / along, or an aristocratic four-in-hand demand the respectful yielding / of the crowd.