” He said. It was on the night of the Great Storm that I found him. "I believe he's gone," he said, returning to Jonathan. Believe me, the bitterness of it has almost departed, crushed out of me together with much of the weariness and sorrow I brought with me here by the nameless glory of these lonely months. . I thought that you loved Paris and your work so much. She is a fortune-teller and a vessel for man’s pleasure. It was a perfect windless spring day, a Sunday.
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