through the very fact that they 

 are performed without the master's 

 knowledge. Therefore, let us 

 close the watchful eye that has 

 seen. Let us pretend to sleep and 

 to dream of the moon. . . . 



Hark ! A gentle tapping at the 

 blue window that looks out on the 

 garden ! What is it ? Nothing ; 

 a bough of hawthorn that has 

 come to see what we are doing in 

 the cool kitchen. Trees are in- 

 quisitive and often excited; but 

 they do not count, one has nothing 

 to say to them, they are irrespon- 



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