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She observes my confusion, which has even made me discourteous, for I have remained seated and still have uishly

Finally I rise and bow to her She cohter I sta donkey can do on such an occasion

Thus our acquaintance began

The divinity asks for my name, and mentions her own

Her name is Wanda von Dunajew

And she is actually my Venus

"But madame, what put the idea into your head?"

"The little picture in one of your books--"

"I had forgotten about it"

"The curious notes on its back--"

"Why curious?"