The Open Air 



was placed on my elbow. I turned, and saw a beam- 

 ing face; a young lady, elegantly dressed, placed a 

 fly-sheet of good intentions in my fingers. The fair 

 jogger beamed yet more sweetly as I took it, and 

 went on among the crowd. When I looked back 

 the Infanta Cleopatra had ascended into her machine. 

 I had lost the last few moments of loveliness. 



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