The breeze blows tempestuously, and one fancies that one is journeying yonder towards the horizon, the infinite, which ever and ever recedes.

It is like boundless hope, delivery from every shackle, absolute freedom of motion through space.

And nothing can inspirit one more gloriously--one's heart leaps as if one were in the very heavens.
"We are not going to Poissy, you know!" Marie suddenly cried; "we have to turn to the left." They took the road from Acheres to the Loges, which ascends and contracts, thus bringing one closer together in the shade.

Gradually slowing down, they began to exert themselves in order to make their way up the incline.

This road was not so good as the others, it had been gullied by the recent heavy rains, and sand and gravel lay about.