But, my dear sir, look at Bourron! Bourron stands high.

Bourron is close to the forest; plenty of ozone there, you would say.

Well, compared with Gretz, Bourron is a perfect shambles.' The morning after he had been summoned to the dying mountebank, the Doctor visited the wharf at the tail of his garden, and had a long look at the running water.

This he called prayer; but whether his adorations were addressed to the goddess Hygieia or some more orthodox deity, never plainly appeared.

For he had uttered doubtful oracles, sometimes declaring that a river was the type of bodily health, sometimes extolling it as the great moral preacher, continually preaching peace, continuity, and diligence to man's tormented spirits.