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Rh He looked at me closely. What was he alluding to? To whom? Is it possible?

“Listen.” I jumped up from my seat. But he had already changed the subject. In a loud, metallic tone:

“ As for the insomnia and the dreams you complain of, I advise you to walk a great deal. Tomorrow morning you must begin taking long walks say, as far as the Ancient House.”

Again he pierced me with his eyes and he smiled thinly. It seemed to me that I saw enveloped in the tender tissue of that smile a word, a letter, a name, the only name Or was it only my imagination? I waited impatiently while he wrote a certificate of illness for today and tomorrow. Once more I gently and firmly pressed his hand; then I ran out.

My heart now feels light and swift like an aero; it carries me higher and higherI know joy will come tomorrow. What joy?