t and pulled him under。 The thick water closed over his head and churned on。
'Who was that？' somebody asked。
'Who knows？'
It was a clear…heaven day； the last of the winter's snow had fallen； and the thaw would begin by noon。 Birds； exulting in the sudden sun； swooped over the Sacré Coeur。 Paris began to undress for spring； its virgin white too spoiled to be worn for long。
In mid…morning； a young woman with red hair； her arm linked in that of a large ugly man； took a leisurely stroll to the steps of the Sacre Coeur。 The sun blessed them。 Bells rang。
It was a new day。
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