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He
weightily
communicated
his
opinion
to
their
host
,
that
his
life
must
be
a
very
dreary
life
here
in
the
winter
.
The
host
allowed
to
Monsieur
that
it
was
a
little
monotonous
.
The
air
was
difficult
to
breathe
for
a
length
of
time
consecutively
.
The
cold
was
very
severe
.
One
needed
youth
and
strength
to
bear
it
.
However
,
having
them
and
the
blessing
of
Heaven
—
Yes
,
that
was
very
good
.
‘
But
the
confinement
,
’
said
the
grey
-
haired
gentleman
.
There
were
many
days
,
even
in
bad
weather
,
when
it
was
possible
to
walk
about
outside
.
It
was
the
custom
to
beat
a
little
track
,
and
take
exercise
there
.
‘
But
the
space
,
’
urged
the
grey
-
haired
gentleman
.
‘
So
small
.
So
—
ha
—
very
limited
.
’
Monsieur
would
recall
to
himself
that
there
were
the
refuges
to
visit
,
and
that
tracks
had
to
be
made
to
them
also
.
Monsieur
still
urged
,
on
the
other
hand
,
that
the
space
was
so
—
ha
—
hum
—
so
very
contracted
.
More
than
that
,
it
was
always
the
same
,
always
the
same
.
With
a
deprecating
smile
,
the
host
gently
raised
and
gently
lowered
his
shoulders
.
That
was
true
,
he
remarked
,
but
permit
him
to
say
that
almost
all
objects
had
their
various
points
of
view
.
Monsieur
and
he
did
not
see
this
poor
life
of
his
from
the
same
point
of
view
.
Monsieur
was
not
used
to
confinement
.
‘
I
—
ha
—
yes
,
very
true
,
’
said
the
grey
-
haired
gentleman
.
He
seemed
to
receive
quite
a
shock
from
the
force
of
the
argument
.
