. ‘Come, mademoiselle. It did not matter that he wore the cloth; something was wrong with him. He waited for an instant, wasting an encouraging smile in the imperfect light, and then shut the doors of the van, leaving the women in darkness. He sat on the bed, throwing aside his hat. Playing with one hand he turned on his stool to glance at her. On the way he confessed. Fast asleep, he is.
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