He beat his breast with his fist humbly, secretly under cover of the wooden armrest. " And I started to walk further. While he sang and she listened, or feigned to listen, his heart was at rest but when the quaint old songs had ended and he heard again the voices in the room he remembered his own sarcasm: the house where young men are called by their christian names a little too soon. It was useless to run on.
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