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(1921) Author: Sigrid Undset
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Jenny and Helge were running hand in hand down Via
Magnanapoli. The street was merely a staircase, leading
to the Trajan Forum. On the last step he drew her to
him and kissed her.

“Are you mad? You mustn’t kiss people in the street
here.”

And they both laughed. One evening they had been spoken
to by two policemen on the Lateran piazza for walking up and
down under the pines along the old wall kissing each other.

The last sunrays brushed the bronze figures on top of the
pillar and burned on the walls and on the tree-tops in the
gardens. The piazza lay in the shade, with its old, rickety houses
round the excavated forum below the street level.

Jenny and Helge leaned over the railing and tried to count
the fat, lazy cats which had taken their abode among the
stumps of pillars on the grass-covered plot. They seemed to
revive a little as the twilight began to fall. A big red one
which had been lying on the pedestal of the Trajan pillar
stretched himself, sharpened his claws on the masonry, jumped
down on to the grass, and ran away.

“I make it twenty-three,” said Helge.

“I counted twenty-five.” She turned round and dismissed
a post card seller, who was recommending his wares in
fragments of every possible language.

She leaned again over the railing and stared vaguely at the
grass, giving way to the pleasant languor of a long sunny day
and countless kisses out in the green Campagna. Helge held
one of her hands on his arm and patted it — she moved it along
his sleeve until it rested between both of his. Helge smiled
happily.

“What is it, dear?”

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