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Dick
finished
his
bottle
and
then
danced
with
the
English
girl
again
,
conquering
his
unwilling
body
with
bold
revolutions
and
stern
determined
marches
down
the
floor
.
The
most
remarkable
thing
suddenly
happened
.
He
was
dancing
with
the
girl
,
the
music
stopped
—
and
she
had
disappeared
.
"
Have
you
seen
her
?
"
"
Seen
who
?
"
"
The
girl
I
was
dancing
with
.
Su
’
nly
disappeared
.
Must
be
in
the
building
.
"
"
No
!
No
!
That
’
s
the
ladies
’
room
.
"
He
stood
up
by
the
bar
.
There
were
two
other
men
there
,
but
he
could
think
of
no
way
of
starting
a
conversation
.
He
could
have
told
them
all
about
Rome
and
the
violent
origins
of
the
Colonna
and
Gaetani
families
but
he
realized
that
as
a
beginning
that
would
be
somewhat
abrupt
.
A
row
of
Yenci
dolls
on
the
cigar
counter
fell
suddenly
to
the
floor
;
there
was
a
subsequent
confusion
and
he
had
a
sense
of
having
been
the
cause
of
it
,
so
he
went
back
to
the
cabaret
and
drank
a
cup
of
black
coffee
.
Collis
was
gone
and
the
English
girl
was
gone
and
there
seemed
nothing
to
do
but
go
back
to
the
hotel
and
lie
down
with
his
black
heart
.
He
paid
his
check
and
got
his
hat
and
coat
.
There
was
dirty
water
in
the
gutters
and
between
the
rough
cobblestones
;
a
marshy
vapor
from
the
Campagna
,
a
sweat
of
exhausted
cultures
tainted
the
morning
air
.
A
quartet
of
taxi
-
drivers
,
their
little
eyes
bobbing
in
dark
pouches
,
surrounded
him
.
One
who
leaned
insistently
in
his
face
he
pushed
harshly
away
.
"
Quanto
a
Hotel
Quirinal
?
"
"
Cento
lire
.
"
Six
dollars
.
