quiet, except for a few wind driven raindrops on the windowpanes, descended.
celeste was first to doze off, dreaming of walking on the beach.
jean-louis gradually relaxed his stern meditative pose, his pipe went out, and he too fell asleep.
albertine, attempting to read a book titled "the epistemology of fascism" by one of her acolytes, was the last to succumb.
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