I ceased to be articulate. Victorine suddenly became radiant.

"We must always be together--at any rate for the duration of the War, you

see. I eat under my meat and he is over. In flour and sugar--oh, how can I

confess it?--I _exceed_. He is far, far below his ration. Apart we are

failures; together we are perfect. We both saw it at once."

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