So near to her that her
voice could have arched the little distance easily, and yet so far away
from her life and all that touched it.
A gentleman attending the lady whispered to her. She bent her eyes on
Mae, and met her glance with a smile, and Mae smiled rapturously back.
Mae had been looking for Bero all that afternoon. She felt sure he would
be there, and very soon she saw him among a crowd of officers sauntering
slowly down the Corso. He looked up at the window opposite. The veiled
lady leaned slightly forward and bowed and waved her white hand. Bero
bowed. So did the other officers.
Norman Mann and Eric excused themselves long enough to dash over to
welcome their friends and then stayed on for a little chat. These young
women were quite gorgeous in opera cloaks and tiny, nearly invisible,
American flags tucked through their belts. They tossed confetti down on
every one's heads, and shouted--a little over-enthusiastically, but one
can pardon even gush if it is only genuine.
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