Lucy simply added
her own good night, even though a significant part of her
wanted to call Cathy mother, she refrained. ‘There is
Bernadette, Marie-Thérèse, Marie-Joséphine, Marie-Claire, Henriette—’
Exasperated, Gerald seized her by the shoulders. ‘Parbleu, do you think he will run away? He has a bullet inside him, and it
must be taken out. Opening a pair of large black eyes, the child fixed them for an instant
upon Wood, and then, alarmed by the light, uttered a low and melancholy cry,
which, however, was speedily stilled by the caresses of his mother, towards
whom he extended his tiny arms, as if imploring protection. The lights of the Champs Elysées and the Place de la
Concorde, suggestive, brilliant, seductive, shone like an army of fireflies against
the deep cool background of the night.
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