Outside his room she put her hand to the door. In the morning De Pr6 asked permission from the widows to visit the offices of Jan Compagnie. She wanted to be alone so she could think. “I would see this magic of fire.
But as the hours passed, it seemed more and more natural to spend all her time with this gentle man. As she stared ahead at the green wall of trimmed hedge, she didn’t look at him. Men were such fools. That night, back in her big house, she began her preparations for what she termed 'the feast of the dying year.
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