A tour through the Pyrenees . he trees, the water that dripsfrom the leaves, the mourninsf of the shiverinor andhumid woods ; they listen to the gallop of belatedriders, who return with clinging and pendent skirts,like fine birds with their plumage disordered by therain ; they try whist in their despondency ; somego down to the reading-room and ask for the mostblood-stained pages of Paul Feval or FredericSoulie; they can read nothing but the gloomiestdramas ; they discover leanings towards suicide inthemselves, and construct the theory of assassina-tion. They look at the clock and bethink them
A tour through the Pyrenees . he trees, the water that dripsfrom the leaves, the mourninsf of the shiverinor andhumid woods ; they listen to the gallop of belatedriders, who return with clinging and pendent skirts,like fine birds with their plumage disordered by therain ; they try whist in their despondency ; somego down to the reading-room and ask for the mostblood-stained pages of Paul Feval or FredericSoulie; they can read nothing but the gloomiestdramas ; they discover leanings towards suicide inthemselves, and construct the theory of assassina-tion. They look at the clock and bethink them-selves that the doctor has ordered them to drinkthree times a day ; then they button up their over-coats with an air of resignation, and climb the long,stiff slope of the streaming road ; the lines of um-brellas and soaked mantles are a pitiable spectacle ;they come, splashing through the water, and seatthemselves in the drinking-hall. Kach one takeshis syrup-flask from its numbered place on a sort Chap. III. EAUX BONNES. \\.
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