The man who sat behind a pigeon-hole, and regulated the comings and goings, was for a moment absent. 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. Clotilde’s stunning green eyes were reflected in the gazes of the tender young children, but their faces had been hollow and sunken, their hair matted, and their clothing in bad need of repair. The young lady with whom I was dining last night was Miss Anna Pellissier.
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