Ah! see, they must be turning on the square before the Sous Prefecture.

There is no end to all the long streets in Beaumont-la-Ville.

What pleasure can they take in seeing Saint Agnes, I would like to know.

All these petty tradesmen!" Above them, in the heavens, was a delicately rose-tinted cloud, with a band of white and gold around it, and it seemed as if from it there came a devotional peace and a hush of religious expectation.

In the immobility of the air one realised that all civil life was suspended, as if God had left His house, and everyone was awaiting His return before resuming their daily occupations.