Never mind dwelling on them now--it always ends in the old terrors and superstitions taking possession of me again.

In a week's time, I shall know whether Destiny does indeed decide my future for me, or whether I decide it for myself.
In the last case, my resolution is to absorb this self-tormenting fancy of mine in the occupation that I have told you of already.

Do you understand me a little better now?
And, our business being settled, dear Mr.Westwick, shall we get out of this hot room into the nice cool air again ?' They rose to leave the cafe.

Francis privately concluded that the maraschino punch offered the only discoverable explanation of what the Countess had said to him..