Only stopping for a word of thanks to the concièrge who, in spite of her apperance, really did seem to have an angelic side to her character, we hurried into the street. There were Pierre and Alain, looking anxious. They seized our hands and shook them joyfully. It was a delightful reunion.
From ANYTHING CAN HAPPEN, Chapter 8, The Eavesdroppers.
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