constant anxiety of my every moment, and then, her eyes
shining, "Oh, my dear, I wonder if anybody ever was
so lucky as to have such a perfectly, perfectly lovely
honeymoon as Robert and I!"

The train began very slowly to move. I walked along
beside it, dreading to see the last of those clear eyes.
They smiled and waved their hands. They looked like
super-people, the last inhabitants of the world before the
war, the only happy human beings left.

I looked after them longingly. The smooth, oily
movement of the train de luxe was accelerated. They
were gone.

I went soberly back into the big echoing station and
out into the dingy winter Paris street.

I had not gone ten steps before I was quite sure again
that I had made them up, out of my head.

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