Not the explosive vigour of the north-born, but that which would quietly meet physical hardships and bear them triumphantly. Later, at the bottom of that envelope I found a letter. He breathed heavily, as though he had been running. ‘I am not a person, Marthe. Already the warm sun was drawing from the pines their delicious odour.
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