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d to gather all the little things they had noticed together—if he re-created thus the near past—her image would grow immortal and replace her forever. Nighttime, though, was unendurable. Night imbued with sudden terror her irrational presence. He hardly slept at all during the t hree weeks of his trek—and now he got off, quite drugged with fa-tigue, at the railway station, which had been last autumn their point of departure from the quiet town where he had met and married her.
It was around eight o'clock of the evening. Beyond the houses the cathedral tower was sharply set off in black against a golden-red stripe of sunset. In the station square stood in file the selfsame decrepit fiacre