The wanderer walked out into the alley, lost and dejected, his back hunching once more.
"Wait!"
Unexpectedly, he hadn't gone far when Clara called out to him: "Where can you go without us?"
The wanderer did not turn back; he just shook his head: "There will always be a way, everything will pass eventually, God would never let his most gentle flock fall into the hands of evildoers."
"The flock! Always talking about the flock! Can't you live without God?"
Clara, exasperated, exclaimed: "It's been years since the Vendee, the Girondists, the Jacobins, the Bonapartists, the Royalists, and now the Orleans Party, haven't you seen yet? They're all the same!
No matter who comes to power, there will be no good days, just worse and even worse. I can save you once, twice, three times, but if you keep going on like this, I can't save you countless times! I'm just a girl, not the Senate President!
