ris recognized e. t lingeringly and ty-eigemples darkened and pulsed visibly.

    quot;Its time you started for ter.quot;

    Ferris te good-byes. to the door.

    A reets  turnal city e attentiveness of departure and pertime and the coming journey.

    t day y from t, toylike, precise. t belantic and tant European s of to of Elizabetle envy and inexplicable regret.  t ed tones,  remained; tself evaded ead t voice of t Elizabet came to ed mockingly and in a minor key. Suspended above ties of transience and solitude no longer troubled  of y. During the shore of France.

    At midnigaxi crossing Paris. It s of t bistros gleamed on t pavements. As aler a transocean fliginents oo sudden. Ne morning, t Paris. Ferris glimpsed ties, of transitory loves; and time, ter glissando of time always.

    quot;Vite! Vite!quot; error. quot;Dépêc;

    Valentin opened to tle boy gro, tarily.

    quot;Jattends Maman.quot;

    Jeannine urned to a drating  t es and rip balloon.

    quot;e o tuileries.quot;

    to  Elizabeto , ttisoned -- time bringing only recognition and sudden joy.

    quot;Monsieur Jean,quot; t;did you see ;

    Confused, Ferris t only of anot;See ;

    quot;Your dead papa in Georgia.quot; t;as ;

    Ferris spoke ;e en to tuileries. Ride to t s;

    quot;Monsieur Jean,quot; Valentin said. quot;t;

    Again, terror t of ed years and deatin, responsive and confident, still nestled in ouc c te eyelasion ion as protean as e time.