Stranger: hallo?
You: In his whole life, perhaps, Franz had never before experienced so sudden an impression.
You: So rapid a transition from gaity to sadness as in this moment.
Stranger: tell me more
You: It seemed as though Rome, under the magic breath of some demon in the night, had changed into a vast tomb.
You: By a chance, which added yet more to the intensity of the darkeness, the moon, which was on the wane, did not rise until 11:00.
Stranger: is taht all?
Stranger: come on!
You: And the streets which the young man traversed were plunged in the deepest obscurity.
You: No there's about 2-300 more words
You: I mean pages
Stranger: ahahaha yesh
You: The distance was short (unlike the story.)
You: And at the end of 10 minutes his carriage, or rather, the count's, stopped before the Hotel de Londres
Stranger: if you trying to scare me off, then i win
You: Dinner was waiting, but as Alvin told him that he aw cramp nevermind.
You have disconnected.