21/110 And she in turn kissed him, but with a sad, light, faint-hearted kiss that in no way recalled the hysterical caress of the Aquarium. Her voice, which appeared to be coming from afar off, was repeating what she had counseled him in the _trattoria_. I tell you this for your own good.... I should be sorry to have you curse the moment in which you met me." The sailor took advantage of all the windings of the streets in order to cut these recommendations short with his kisses. |