A pool amongst the reeds blazed like a brazen shield.

The Spring day had flung back her doors.

I saw that suddenly fatigue had leapt upon my friend.

He tottered on his little seat, then his face, grey in the light, fell forward.

I caught him in my arms, half carried, half led him into our little carriage, arranged him in the empty corner, and left him, fast, utterly fast, asleep..