Fiction | March 01, 1992

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What you have done is really wonderful. Fed me, put me up in your room, given me what you call a second set of clothes, but perfect so far as I can see. I was at the end of everything. And you haven’t even asked me who I am.

I’m delighted I could help a fellow, I said. It was very little. I’m delighted, really, just to have an intelligent person to French to.

Your French is magnificent.

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