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'I was not obliged to go to Venice, when I left America,' she answered.
'And yet I came here. I must take the room, and keep the room, until--'
She broke off at those words. 'Never mind the rest,' she said.
'It doesn't interest you.'
It was useless to dispute with her. Francis changed the subject.
'We can do nothing to-night,' he said. 'I will call on you
to-morrow morning, and hear what you think of it then.'
They moved on again to the hotel. As they approached the door,
Francis asked if she was staying in Venice under her own name.
She shook her head. 'As your brother's widow, I am known here.
As Countess Narona, I am known here. I want to be unknown, this time,
to strangers in Venice; I am travelling under a common English name.'
She hesitated, and stood still. 'What has come to me?'
she muttered to herself. 'Some things I remember; and some I forget.
I forgot Danieli's--and now I forget my English name.'
She drew him hurriedly into the hall of the hotel, on the wall
of which hung a list of visitors' names. Running her finger
slowly down the list, she pointed to the English name that she had
assumed:--'Mrs.
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