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Their railway-carriage had been full when the train left Bologna; but at the first station beyond Milan their only remaining companion -- a courtly person who ate garlic out of a carpet-bag -- had left his crumb-strewn seat with a bow.
Lydia's eye regretfully followed the shiny broadcloth of his retreating back till it lost itself in the cloud of touts and cab-drivers hanging about the station; then she glanced across at Gannett and caught the same regret in his look. They were both sorry to be alone.