A young man, who had been spending the last hour walking up and down on the opposite side of the way, came quickly over to her. He knew my name, and also that I had been living in Paris, and a man doesn’t risk claiming a girl for his wife, as a rule, for nothing. She observed a man walking on the opposite side of the way and looking toward her. Her hair had become so matted that Sebastian had sheared it off, which made her the very mirage of a nubile young boy. He thought it best to let the matter drop. At the recollection that it was his, she seemed to fall through a thin surface, as one might fall through the crust of a lava into glowing depths. A dark mass of wreckage, over which hung a slight mist of vapour, lay half in the ditch, half across the hedge, close under a tree from the trunk of which the bark had been torn and stripped.
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