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VIII


And yet I saw Alissa once more. It was three years later, towards the end of summer. Ten months before, I had heard from her the news of my uncle's death. A fairly long letter, which I had at once written her from Palestine, where I was travelling at the time, had remained unanswered. Happening to be at Le Havre, on I forget what errand, a natural instinct set me on the road to Fongueusemare . I knew Alissa was there , but I was afraid she might not be alone. I had not announced my arrival; shrinking from the idea of presenting myself like an ordinary visitor, I went on my way undecided: should I go in? or should I go away without having seen her, without having

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