She covered herself with her arms. ‘Who, the émigrés?’ ‘Do I speak of the English, imbecile? Certainly the émigrés. ’ The core of hurt rose up, tearing at her insides. If I’m late again I’ll have to serve another detention!” She excused herself, hoping it was not too obvious she was running away. For in life there is but one hour: an epic or an idyll: all other hours lead up to and down from it. "Why do you laugh?" she asked gravely.
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