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into a wide grin. She nestled in his arms. "Oh, my darling," she said tearfully, "I knew you would believe me. We won't have these silly quarrels anymore."

They walked on in silence across the St. Mary's bridge and along the Rue Turbigo to the Place de la Republique. Engrossed in each other they floated on the tides of their desire until a new dawn glimmered over the city. When they finally reached the Hotel de France, they hesitated on the very threshold of Love, not daring to cross over into the sanctified grounds. Reverently, they waited, like believers meditating before a divine image, until their souls were cleansed of sin. Their bodies swayed toward each other and their lips joined. Then Eric put his arm gently around her waist and led her up the dark stairs.

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