his boots
cleaned of
the mud of
combat，
surrenders
his sword
to a
committee。
The sewer
ran only
by night。
The days
were the
same as
they had
ever
been。He
went to
work at
half past
six in the
morning。He
would
leave the
cabin
without
looking
toward the
house at
all。At six
in the
evening he
returned，
again
without
even
looking
toward the
house。He
washed and
changed to
the white
shirt and
the dark
creased
trousers
and went
to the
kitchen
and found
