"In early October, the first of the Autumn storms Began in the late afternoon, with rumbles of thunder up in Normandy somewhere, then, by nightfall, the rain reached Paris, where it beat against the windows of the gray city and streamed down the channels at the edges of the cobblestone streets."
"Father Pat West stood on the hillside trail eating longan fruit and pondering sin."
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