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The window was open. The cocks were tearing to shreds the Morning mist which draped the branches of the pines with translucent tatters. The countryside lays soaked in dawn. How could she bring herself to abandon so much light? -FM

Therese felt as though she were completely detached from everyone, the child included. She saw people and things, her own body and even her own mind, in the form of a mirage, as sort of cloud suspended outside herself.-FM

The beginning of the hot weather completely exhausted her. - FM

But he was the first man I had met for whom the life of the mind meant everything. -Francois Mauriac

Was the time of year when the freshness of the night hours persists all through the morning: when, from luncheon on, no matter how hot the sun has been, a hint of mist announces the oncoming of darkness. -Francois Mauriac

morning mist

And his young body plunging through the mist.
- Francois Mauriac

'Passion,' thought Therese, 'would made me clear sighted. I should take note of every detail in the man whom I desired.' -Francois Mauriac

They're really pure and heart know nothing of what goes on around them each day, each night; never realized what poisonous weeds spring up beneath their childish feet. -FM