She was a woman with a small un-Russian face. Greyish-white,
half-transparent, with scarcely marked shades, she reminded one of the
alabaster figures on a vase lighted up within, and again her face seemed
familiar to me.
‘Can I speak with you?’ I asked.
‘Speak.’
‘I see a ring on your finger; you have lived then on the earth, you have
been married?’