whose
coveringflew
off one
windy
night
among the
trees. the
harvest
has not
been
overgoodeither.
finally， i
don't know
when i
shall come
to seeyou.
it is so
difficult
now to
leave the
house
since i am
alone， my
poor
emma.”
here there
was a
break in
the lines，
as ifthe
old fellow
had
dropped
his pen to
dream a
little
while.
“for
myself， i
am very
well，
except for
acold i
caught the
other day
at the
fair at
yvetot，
where i
had gone
