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was in the suburbs of Paris. I begged Simone to leave for Essendieras with my son Gerald, who had not yet recovered from an appendix operation he had recently undergone at the American Hospital in Neuilly.
`If the Germans, after crossing the Seine, cut the roads to Chartres and Orleans, you will be a prisoner.'
`I am not afraid,' she said.
`That's all very well for you, but what about the others? ... There is Gerald who is a soldier and ill and whose incision has not yet healed ... Emilie whose husband is in the army ... When the city is taken, if you are here you will have no way of communicating with me and we may be without word of each other for months.'
Finally she consented. We spent our last evening sorting out the things she should take with her. She had so little space and we had so many souvenirs we wanted to keep safe that the choice was distressing. From time to time we listened to the radio:
`The enemy is showing less initiative,' said the communique. `We are detaining him at many points.'
But the names of the places mentioned proved that the tide was still rising.
Very early next morning we decided to go and say good-bye to our favourite places in Paris. My wife drove her little white car. The weather was glorious and a sunny, golden mist enveloped the city. In the empty streets traffic policemen, faithful to their duty, stopped the infrequent cars with touching conscientiousness. I needed a raincoat and a suitcase. We went into several stores. The saleswomen were attending to their duties carefully and courteously as usual. Many of them had red eyes from having wept all night, but with one accord they kept silent about what was in the minds of all. Then we went to the Invalides, and from there along the quays as far as Notre Dame and the Ile Sainte-Louis. We returned by the Place des Vosges. Since the roads were filled with refugees it was high time to start for Buc. From the balcony of the apartment in Neuilly, which we had loved so much, we looked for a last time together at the trees of the Bois de Boulogne, the Arc de Triomphe and Mont Valerien crowned with its Italian cypresses. Then we embraced. We did not know whether we should ever see each other again.
`These fifteen years have been wonderful,' my wife said.

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