"Did you see?" he said, pressing my hand vigorously. "She is an angel, simply an angel!" "Why?" I inquired, with an air of the purest simplicity. "Did you not see, then?" "No. I saw her picking up your tumbler. If there had been an attendant there he would have done the same thing—and quicker too, in the hope of receiving a tip. It is quite easy, however, to understand that she pitied you; you made such a terrible grimace when you walked on the wounded foot." "And can it be that seeing her, as you did, at that moment when her soul was shining in her eyes, you were not in the least affected?"
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