another
moment was
on the
summit of
the
tower,in
that
gloomy and
intent
attitude
in which
he had
been
observed
by the
group of
girls.
there he
stood,grave,motionless,absorbed
in one
object,one
thought.all
paris was
spread out
at his
feet,with
her
thousand
turrets,her
undulating
horizon,her
river
winding
under the
bridges,her
stream of
people
flowing to
and fro in
the
streets;with
the cloud
of smoke
rising
from her
many
chimneys;with
her chain
of crested
roofs
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