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At Saint-Graal André was waiting to lunch with him.
'When we were children,' Paul wrote in a letter to Mrs Winchfield, 'André, our gardener's son, and I were as intimate as brothers, he being the only companion of my sex and age the neighbourhood afforded. But now, after a separation of twenty years, André, who has become our curé, insists upon