Biancanove:
The evening deepened
Biancanove:
Escape!
Biancanove:
against the window curtains
Biancanove:
"I know these sailor chaps"
Biancanove:
wondering where on earth all the dust came from
Biancanove:
reviewing all its familiar objects
Biancanove:
a sudden impulse of terror
Biancanove:
like their little brown houses but bright brick houses with shining roofs
Biancanove:
"Miss Hill, don't you see these ladies are waiting?"
Biancanove:
far in the avenue she could hear a street organ playing
Biancanove:
Then she would be married--she, E.
Biancanove:
watching the evening invade the avenue