Two Stories by Mark Twain — Mark Twain

I had not been thinking about her there was nothing to suggest her to me nothing to bring her to my mind in fact to me she had long ago ceased to exist and had disappeared from my consciousness But I knew her instantly and I saw her so clearly that I was able to note some of the particulars of her dress and did note them and they remained in my mind I was impatient for her to come In the midst of the hand shakings I snatched glimpses of her and noted her progress with the slow moving file across the end of the room then I saw her start up the side and this gave me a full front view of her face I saw her last when she was within twenty five feet of me For an hour I kept thinking she must still be in the room somewhere and would come at last but I was disappointed