She was concerned about my getting back home. She insisted on walking me to Pont-Cardinet station, where I could catch a train direct to Saint-Lazare. I wanted to take leave of her and be on my own. However, I didn’t want to offend her by turning down her offer, prompted—little did I know at the time—by the fear that I would be found unconscious on her doorstep. She grabbed a coat but kept on her slippers.
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