Along France's river of romance: . ugh English women werenot lacking in tender feelings, yet the charm of Frenchwomen was greatly appreciated by my countrymen, Ibowed hastily, wished her and M. Reynard a goodnight, and fled upstairs. The following day I devoted to an exploration ofVorey; not a very harassing task. The little towncontains only about two thousand inhabitants. Itboasts a little place, where the mairie faces the prin-cipal cafe, a shady street well planted with trees, abright, brand-new telegraph office and post office, acemetery, and a modern Romanesque church. Hereevery 16th of
Along France's river of romance: . ugh English women werenot lacking in tender feelings, yet the charm of Frenchwomen was greatly appreciated by my countrymen, Ibowed hastily, wished her and M. Reynard a goodnight, and fled upstairs. The following day I devoted to an exploration ofVorey; not a very harassing task. The little towncontains only about two thousand inhabitants. Itboasts a little place, where the mairie faces the prin-cipal cafe, a shady street well planted with trees, abright, brand-new telegraph office and post office, acemetery, and a modern Romanesque church. Hereevery 16th of June is celebrated the Messe de laLepreuse, to which flock the inhabitants of the neigh-bouring hamlets of Vertaure and Eyravazet. This isan interesting tribute to the immense catholicity of the Catholic faith, for a more—to some minds—shocking example of pagan superstition than theincident which occasioned it, it would be hard toimagine. The story goes that in a remote, undatedage a poor leper woman came a-begging for food to.
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