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"But -- do you really not recognize me? " With these words, and with friendly, outstretched hands, a young lady hastened toward a man who, with gloomily contracted brow, wrapped in thought, went on his way without noticing either her or his surroundings. He was foolish, for his surroundings were picturesque -- Rome, near the Fontana di Trevi, on a bright March afternoon. And the young lady -- she was charming.
Although she had called to him in French, something about her -- one could scarcely have told what -- betrayed the Russian; everything, the pampered woman from the highest circles of society.