Marie carried the bundle.

The horizons were even, the earth was flat and made no noise, and the dome of the sky no longer banged like a big clock.

The fields were empty, right to the end, because of the war; but the lines of the road were scriptural, turning not aside to the right hand or to the left.

And I, cleansed, simplified, lucid--though still astonished at the silence and affected by the peacefulness--I saw it all distinctly, without a veil, without anything.

It seemed to me that I bore within me a great new reason, unused.
We were not far away.