After Aulnoye the route lay through the colliery area and past Maubeuge to Jeumont, on the Belgian border. There Eùgene unhooked and we handed the train over to a Belgian diesel.
The bracken lay sere under the trees, broken and chavelled by the restless wild winds of the long winter.
His incognito was endangered.
When he showed me that he'd gotten the insurance certificate for our old car, I decided to let him have it.
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