we were all ready to go . in fact , tell him ill be there by midday . we kept on like that for the next few days . 'all that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream . ' he felt it immediately that there was something wrong . but was she still an angel ? no black today , other than a necklace about her throat and very high heels . blood wet her cheeks , her lips . what kind of trouble were you in ? '' `` the city where the curator you murdered lived . 