Pulp Fiction, 1865 · page 166 of 399
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Fair Normandy. 149 would certainly become far less interesting, yet a more useful member of society. Whether it will ever come to pass remains to be proved. At present he elects for a somewhat lazy life, and his indulgence in the love of the beautiful. There was certainly a great deal in Rouen to appeal to one’s artistic feeling, and to one’s love of the beautiful and the antique. Our days = tum het f Aa 8 ee F he wee ong ‘ h) Tour ST. LAURENT. TEs passed in a dream. We haunted the old quarters, the ancient and dilapidated streets. ‘The gabled houses in spite of the dust of centuries, and the dirt and dust of the hour, delighted us. The dormer windows and the latticed panes were ever lovely in their old age and decay. We plunged boldly into mysterious regions, dark and dim with a light that was certainly not religious. Sometimes the stray inhabitants would gaze at us as if we were strange and unknown birds of passage ; at other times we were received with that indifferent con- tempt which is said to be the worst of all treatment. CoOnniclooolkks (SO)