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Such people were not realities to the little figure of the English girl;

such people were all unknown to her She would watch the sunset, in its

long low lines of purple and red, and its burning flush high up into

the sky: so glowing on the buildings, and so lightening their structure,

that itwalls were transparent, and

they shone frolories expire; and then,

after looking at the black gondolas underneath, taking guests tostars Was there no

party of her own, in other tiate now! She would think of that old gate, and of herself

sitting at it in the dead of the night, pillowing Maggy's head; and of

other places and of other scenes associated with those different times

And then she would lean upon her balcony, and look over at the water,

as though they all lay underneath it When she got to that, she would

eneral vision, it ain, and herself, and the old roo realities that had

never changed