And then I came here. ’ ‘Gérard,’ she said, giving the French version with a soft “g” and not quite managing the “l”. I wish that it worked. And even she was forced to admit to herself that this last resource of hers was a slender reed on which to lean. With his arms bare, the neckband of his shirt tucked in, he laboured. There were perches inside where she could crouch and labyrinths underneath where she could hide.
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