Chapter 19

           AbeleftfromtheGareSaintLazareatelevenhestoodaloneunderthefouledglassdome,relicoftheseventies,eraoftheCrystalPalace;hishands,ofthatvaguegraycolorthatonlytwenty-fourhourscanproduce,wereinhiscoatpocketstoconcealthetremblingfingers.Withhishatremoveditwasplainthatonlythetoplayerofhishairwasbrushedbackthelowerlevelswerepointedresolutelysidewise.HewasscarcelyrecognizableasthemanwhohadswumuponGausse’sBeachafortnightago.

           Hewasearly;helookedfromlefttorightwithhiseyesonly;itwouldhavetakennervousforcesoutofhiscontroltouseanyotherpartofhisbody.New-lookingbaggagewentpasthim;presentlyprospectivepassengers,withdarklittlebodies,werecalling:"Jew-uls-HOO-OO!"indarkpiercingvoices.

           Attheminutewhenhewonderedwhetherornothehadtimeforadrinkatthebuffet,andbeganclutchingatthesoggywadofthousand-francnotesinhispocket,oneendofhispendulousglancecametorestupontheapparitionofNicoleatthestairhead.Hewatchedhershewasself-revelatoryinherlittleexpressionsaspeopleseemtosomeonewaitingforthem,whoasyetishimselfunobserved.Shewasfrowning,thinkingofherchildren,lessgloatingoverthemthanmerelyanimallycountingthemacatcheckinghercubswithapaw.

           WhenshesawAbe,themoodpassedoutofherface;theglowofthemorningskylightwassad,andAbemadeagloomyfigurewithdarkcirclesthatshowedthroughthecrimsontanunderhiseyes.Theysatdownonabench.

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