cely! I think the revolution will truly succeed next year," she rhapsodized. "What are your plans when the revolution triumphs?"
"If the situation of the republic stabilizes, I may not stay in the government," Andre replied. "I must admit that this duty doesn''t suit my personality."
"I''d love to live in the countryside," Edith suggested. "I''m a daughter of peasant after all. Paris is beautiful, but I prefer idyllic life."
"Then I''ll follow where you go," he said, gazing intently at her eyes in the darkness.
"We should raise some chickens," she continued the fantasy, her doe-like eyes sparkling. "Just like my mother used to!"
As she kept on talking, she gradually fell asleep. The quiet room was filled with only the sound of her gentle breathing.
Andre leaned in and kissed her eyelids. "Goodnight, my dear Edith."