It's a good ending."
"For all stories," I added.
She turned and looked at me.
"There are other stories," I explained. "Theirs is not the only one."
"No?"
The spirit of Paris--or perhaps the June sunshine--was in my veins,
running riot, clamorous, not to be repressed.
"Certainly not. There might be another, for instance, with you and me
as the principals."
I dared not look at her; I could only stare ahead of me down at the
water.
She made no sign; the moments passed.
"Might be," I said desperately. "But there's a wide abyss between the
possible and the actual."
Still no sign; I had offended her--I might have known!
But I mustered courage to steal a sidelong glance at her.
She was smiling down at the water, and her eyes were very bright.
"Not always," she whispered. "Not always."
Transcriber's notes:
Variations in spelling have been left as in the original.
The following changes have been made to the text:
Page 33: "possibilty" corrected to "possibility" ("... precluding the
possibility of anyone swinging down from above ...")
Page 183: "Cafe" corrected to "Cafe" ("At the Cafe Jourdain")
Page 268: "sat" corrected to "set" ("... and we set at once about the
work of finding a vehicle.")
Page 280: erroneous chapter numbering corrected, for the chapter title
"The Veil is Lifted" ("Chapter XVII" corrected to "Chapter XVIII")
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