The Happy Foreigner by Enid Bagnold
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"No, she doesn't go out very much. She stays indoors and does her hair, and her nails, and reads a little book." "And have you known her for a long time?" "A long time...." After this they pretended that she did not exist, and the little wraith floated back to Paris from which she had come, suddenly, on days when she had written him certain letters which had brought tears into his eyes. CHAPTER XI THE LAST NIGHT IN METZ: THE JOURNEY Fanny turned again to seek the lights of the town and the dagger points of the churches that climbed against the sky upon the hill behind her, but all that met her eyes was the blanket of wet darkness, and the shimmer of the snowflakes under the lamps. She slipped through the garage gates, touching the iron bars ... "almost for the last time." "But what does it matter? All towns are the same and we sing the same |
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