‘While you are making me this interrogation, my poor Jacques bleeds to death. The trees were graceful and brown, arching and fanning their golden leaves as if to shower with coins the pink-gold sky. They are born idiots, incurably insane. En tout cas, no one has asked you to puzzle out anything at all. I don't believe he is much past forty.
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