A Parisian Romance — page 17: what you’re looking at

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ts) A PARISIAN ROMANCE. and the sun poured its radiance over all, flashing upon the large gilded cross of the church and cover- ing the white walls of the sacred edifice with a shimmering network of shadows, as its ight sifted through the trembling leaves of the aspens. In the open space before the church, which could scarcely be dignified by the name of square, were gathered together all the idle population of the village, not such acrowd after all; perhaps thirty or forty people at the most. Half a dozen carriages waited before the portals, the most conspicuous being a handsome coupe, with white rosettes adorn- ing the horses’ heads and long streamers of the same spotless hue attached to the shoulders of the coachman. The latter functionary sat bolt upright upon his box, motionless, save for an occasional whisk of the whip, to drive the flies from the backs of the horses, and, like a servant of good family, apparently entirely impervious to the familiar, and not altogether complimentary, comments of the ubiquitous small boy. The ceremony that was being celebrated within was long, and the patience of the expectant villagers was beginning to be exhausted, when at last the battants were flung open by the old verger, and the newly married couple appeared upon the threshold. If the old familiar adage, “Happy is the bride that the sun shines on,” be true, then the Baroness Chevrial, recently Mademoiselle Armande d’ Am- bleuse ought to have been doubly blessed. But the GEomichbooks. co