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  1. pouring like a flood over all that vast expanse, and finally settling down, warm and rustling, among the clover and sainfoin at my feet,
  2. I would see a breath of wind emerge from the farthest horizon, bowing the heads of the corn in distant fields,
  3. the distance was obviated by the absence of any intervening obstacle; when, on hot afternoons,
  4. Swann used often to go and spend a few days at Laon, and, for all that it was many miles away,
  5. I knew that Mlle.
  6. without any disturbance of its gentle contour.
  7. One always had the wind for companion when one went the 'Meseglise way,' on that swelling plain which stretched, mile beyond mile,
  8. I would climb the hill to find it running again through my clothing, and setting me running in its wake.
  9. Every year, on the day of our arrival, in order to feel that I really was at Combray,
  10. They were perpetually crossed, as though by invisible streams of traffic, by the wind, which was to me the tutelary genius of Combray.
  11. Once in the fields we never left them again during the rest of our Meseglise walk.
  12. I would make excursions into the country to see the first hawthorn-trees in bloom.
  13. on fine spring days, instead of paying calls and listening to silly talk,
  14. And, drying my eyes, I promised them that, when I grew up, I would never copy the foolish example of other men, but that even in Paris,
  15. So I shall always love you."
  16. You, you have never done me any harm.
  17. to force me to leave you.
  18. "Oh, my poor little hawthorns," I was assuring them through my sobs, "it is not you that want to make me unhappy,
  19. I did not, however, hear her.
  20. My mother was not at all moved by my tears, but she could not suppress a cry at the sight of my battered headgear and my ruined jacket.