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Joan had gone out in September, and for a while the weather was pleasant. The men, wrapped up in their great-coats, would sleep for preference under the great sycamore trees. Through open doorways she would catch glimpses of picturesque groups of eager card-players, crowded round a flickering candle. From the darkness there would steal the sound of flute or zither, of voices singing. Occasionally it would be some strident ditty of the Paris music-halls, but more often it was sad and plaintive. But early in October the rains commenced and the stream became a roaring torrent, and a clammy mist lay like a white river between the wooded hills. “I want you to give me up that box,” she said, “and to come away with me where I can be with you and take care of you until you are well.”!
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She thought that even then God might reconsider it—see her point of view. Perhaps He would send her a sign. “Oh, yes,” answered the girl. “Ever since I’ve been on my own.”
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