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All this was in French and English. Billette gaped with admiration, recognizing the other’s passion, if not the sense. Accepting the sound of protest as something he must obviously share, he touched the young man’s arm and began to quieten and console him. A curious calm descended as they whispered together, leaning close in the setting sun. Then with an excuse they left me, and wandered off hand in hand, brothers of a momentary confusion.
Laurie Lee’s “As I Walked Out One Midsummer Morning” is one of my favourite books.
