17/35 She touched me gently on the arm. "Come, Arthur." We passed on slowly, but de Mersch followed. There was a sort of mad entreaty in his eyes, as if he hoped that by unsaying she could remedy an irremediable disaster, and there was nothing left of him but those panic-stricken, beseeching eyes. Besides, you can hear ..." Half-sentences came to our ears from groups that passed us. A very old man with a nose that almost touched his thick lips, was saying to another of the same type: "Shot himself ... |