Pausing with the intention of turning back, he glanced in the direction of the village church, the tower of which could just be seen through the trees. “Martin Chen!” Michelle shouted his name in an outburst, like an invocation. She drank it obediently. For a short time they allowed me to share the warmth of their lives. He began a jerky, broken conversation that lasted until they reached the station, and left her puzzled at its drift and meaning. Hilary could not have suggested such a thing.
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