Her back arched and she felt herself instinctively sinking into him. ‘Jacques,’ she said, turning to the lad, and holding the habit out, ‘take this for me and leave it in the passage where we have left the lantern. You'll find me at supper. His eyes were small and grey; as far apart and as sly-looking as those of a fox. 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. You know they say, as, indeed, I have just quoted already, that all bad poetry is written in a state of emotion, but I have no doubt that this is true of bad offers of marriage. ’ ‘Well, but he was a deserter, you see.
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