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           Hepassedunchallengedamongthedocksandalongthequayswonderingatthemultitudeofcorksthatlaybobbingonthesurfaceofthewaterinathickyellowscum,atthecrowdsofquayportersandtherumblingcartsandtheill-dressedbeardedpoliceman.ThevastnessandstrangenessofthelifesuggestedtohimbythebalesofmerchandisestockedalongthewallsorswungaloftoutoftheholdsofsteamerswakenedagaininhimtheunrestwhichhadsenthimwanderingintheeveningfromgardentogardeninsearchofMercedes.AndamidthisnewbustlinglifehemighthavefanciedhimselfinanotherMarseillebutthathemissedthebrightskyandthesum-warmedtrellisesofthewineshops.Avaguedissatisfactiongrewupwithinhimashelookedonthequaysandontheriverandontheloweringskiesandyethecontinuedtowanderupanddowndayafterdayasifhereallysoughtsomeonethateludedhim.

           Hewentonceortwicewithhismothertovisittheirrelatives:andthoughtheypassedajovialarrayofshopslitupandadornedforChristmashismoodofembitteredsilencedidnotleavehim.Thecausesofhisembittermentweremany,remoteandnear.Hewasangrywithhimselfforbeingyoungandthepreyofrestlessfoolishimpulses,angryalsowiththechangeoffortunewhichwasreshapingtheworldabouthimintoavisionofsqualorandinsincerity.Yethisangerlentnothingtothevision.Hechronicledwithpatiencewhathesaw,detachinghimselffromitandtastingitsmortifyingflavourinsecret.