From The Lost Domain (Le Grand Meaulnes), by Alain-Fournier, translated by Frank Davison
AT MIDNIGHT
"At midnight, alone in the empty street, I ask myself the meaning of this new and somewhat capricious episode. I walk past rows of houses like so many cardboard boxes piled one on top of the other in which a whole population is asleep. And I suddenly remember a decision I had taken months ago: I had resolved to go there some night, around one in the morning, find my way to the back of the house, get into the garden, enter like a thief, and search the place for some clue that would lead me to the lost domain, to see her once more, only to see her..."
From Chapter 14, The Secret
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