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In the corner, near the glass curtained door that led to the inner room, hung clusters of sausages large and small, red, yellow, and speckled. Yvonne jumped up when Fuselli and the sergeant opened the door. "You are good," she said. "Je mourrais de cafard." They laughed. "You know what that mean cafard?" "Sure." "It is only since the war. Avant la guerre on ne savais pas ce que c'etait le cafard.
A rapid stream of French followed Esther could not catch a word of it then at the end a phrase or two that was intelligible. "Je vous jure, je mourrais je mourrais...." The doctor's voice cut in upon her, dominating, brutal even, a tone that caused Esther to gasp and clutch the stair-rail. "Stop that! Stop that nonsense! Are you an utter fool?" It was like bidding a dog to lie down.
Enfin je me dis que puisque ma mort ne te ferait pas de bien, je dois tacher de me conserver; si ma mort pouvait t'etre utile je mourrais bien volontiers. Ta chere lettre, toute pleine d'affection, m'a fait du bien. Dis a mon bon petit Stephen que je le remercie de toute sa tendresse pour moi et que je vais mieux. J'ai beaucoup pense a mes chers enfants, ne sachant pas si je les reverrais.
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