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Extract

I would have preferred not to see anything again. I remembered enough. And to stay there like a poor cousin...
What I'd like you to know: I feared my presence would embarrass, you and Hélène have never liked me much; and he, near you, likes me less, I'd rather not notice. A bit excluded in advance, inappropriate, here raving endlessly about the garden, the country air - didn't I tell you? I don't much like the countryside and we don't wish to take your place; coming to rest there, the barbecue, the lawnmower for high grass, we're not tired...