After that night she made it a habit. To walk beside him, dressed akin to him, rucksacked and companionable, was bliss in itself; each step she took was like stepping once more across the threshold of heaven. ‘Parbleu, you waste time. ‘R-rien. "Mother—dear mother! Once again, I beseech you to listen to me. We can’t. The life with which he had endued these sheets of paper began to beckon imperiously.
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