A Parisian Romance — page 16: what you’re looking at

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A PARISIAN ROMANCE. CHAPTER I. LOVE’S YOUNG DREAM. It was high noon; one of those rare and perfect days in May, when all nature seems to smile, and the human being most harassed by the buffets of fortune feels that, after all, there are some moments in life that are well worth the living. The field and meadows of the village of Sainte Roche, refreshed by the showers of the evening before, lay green and fair beneath the cloudless sky; the little river rippled and sparkled between its grassy banks, a stream of liquid diamonds; the air was heavy with the odor of the blossoming fruit- trees lining the white, little frequented roads that wound in graceful curves before the cottages and the few dwellings of more pretensions that the hamlet could boast, and whose margins of turf were sprinkled with wild flowers, blue, white, and yellow ; Gomichbooksrco AA