He left the room, presumably to sleep elsewhere, but the only other room with a fire was the servant’s quarters. To walk beside him, dressed akin to him, rucksacked and companionable, was bliss in itself; each step she took was like stepping once more across the threshold of heaven. She stood there with white set face and nervously clenched fingers. I—listen. A man might be without relatives, but certainly he would not be without friends, that is to say, without letters.
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