And, as he left the window, and walked away, he murmured, “Monte Carlo!”
That night the man dreamed a strange and startling dream.
First he dreamed of black hair.
Hair as black as night.
It covered the heavens and the earth. There was nothing else in the world but black hair.
Then he dreamed of white skin.
Skin as white as snow.
It covered the heavens and the earth.
There was nothing else in the world but white skin.
Then he dreamed of green eyes.