few months
old he had
taken up
in his
arms on
the day of
his
home-coming
after
years of
war and
exile was
confessing
her faith
in
national
salvation
by
suffering
exile in
her turn.I
do not
know
whether he
was
present on
the very
day of our
departure.Ihave
already
admitted
that for
me he is
more
especially
the man
who in his
youth had
eaten
roast dog
in the
depths of
a gloomy
forest of
snow-loaded
pines.My
memory
cannot
place him
in any
