th i  s  f a nta    stic  satu  rninepoi    son.

a flower was in her right hand,
and her left clasped an enamelled collar of white and damask roses.
on a table by her side lay a mandolin and an apple.
there were large green rosettes upon her little pointed shoes.
he knew her life, and the
strange stories that were told about
her lovers.
had he something of her temperament in him?
these oval heavy-lidded eyes seemed to look curiously at him.