Marie Borel, p.10

She was coming to think of something she didn’t realize she had never known. How do the hours divide themselves? She says I can go along with you if you like. Since that’s the way it is, that’s fine. But not for me. She had too quickly gotten into his mind. She was too firmly ensconced there by the time he became aware. All right let’s call her Mercedes. He guarded the level crossing and waved a red flag whenever the train passed. He left and never looked back, except a couple times, for nothing. It was getting nice and warm.