My body was discovered by my neighbor，Mrs. Marshall Huber, who had been startled by a strange popping sound.
Her curiosity aroused.
She tried to think of a reason for dropping in me on unanounced.
After some initial hesitation, she decided to return the blender she had borrowed from me six months before.
It's my neighbor.
I think she's been shot, there's blood everywhere.
You've got to send an ambulance. You've got to send someone right now.
For a moment, Mrs Huber stood motionless in her grief-stricken by this senseless tragedy.
But only for a moment.
If there was one thing that miss Huber was known for, it was her ability to look on the bright side.

For the first time in ten years you were looking at me again under the stress of all the unconscious passion in your nature.
I trembled, and my hand shook so violently that I nearly let my wineglass fall.
Forturnetly, my companions didnot notice my condition, for their perceptions were confused by the noise of laughter and music.
Your look became continually ardent, and touched my own sense to fire.
I couldnot be sure whether you had at last recoganized me, or whether your desires had been aroused by one whom you believed to be a stranger.
My cheeks were flushed, and I talked at random.
You could not help noticing the effect your glance had on me.