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They go. They all go. There is nothing I can say of it. I can only feel it, as they go.

I, I am a stranger, I have no part in it. I have no right to agony and pride.

I went and sat on a bench in the Cour la Reine, where already the leaves are falling.

One of my friends came and met me there, and we sat on the bench together, where the yellow leaves fell slowly. We never talked at all.

Her husband had gone the night before.

She said, "I am so glad that it is now, when my boy is just a baby." She said, "I have prayed, and prayed, all these days, if it has got to be, let it be now, when my son is just a baby."