transept,
of a dark
coil of
hair under
a hat
which, a
moment
later,
revealed
itself as
belonging
to an
unknown
lady with
a long
nose, so
laughably
unlike the
person
whose
image she
had evoked
that he
asked
himself if
he were
becoming
subject to
hallucinations.
And now he
and his
wife were
pacing
slowly
down the
nave,
carried
forward on
the light
Mendelssohn
ripples,
the spring
day
beckoning
to them
through
widely
opened
doors, and
Mrs.
