"As the day flattened into dusk, I made my way back, a load of heavy wood upon my back, Christian sleeping in my arms. A little wind rushed through the elms, a chiffchaff called, the scent of lavender was on the air. That rainy early spring. As I came out of the woods, I saw a little light in a wattled house built in a dark hollow."
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