She sighed when she saw the red lantern on the Carrollton wharf; and he, turning his head and seeing, echoed her sigh.
"The first chance, you must sing me that song," she said.
"From 'Rigoletto'?
I will.

But--it tells how fickle women are--'like a feather in the wind.'.

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They aren't all like that, though--don't you think so ?" "Sometimes I think everybody's like a feather in the wind," replied she.