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Sotteville, La Grande-Chaussee, the Rue d’Elbeuf, and
made its third halt in front of the Jardin des Plantes.
‘Get on, will you?’ cried the voice more furiously.
And at once resuming its course, it passed by Saint-Sev-
er, by the Quai’des Curandiers, the Quai aux Meules, once
more over the bridge, by the Place du Champ de Mars, and
behind the hospital gardens, where old men in black coats
were walking in the sun along the terrace all green with ivy.
It went up the Boulevard Bouvreuil, along the Boulevard
Cauchoise, then the whole of Mont-Riboudet to the Dev-
ille hills.
It came back; and then, without any fixed plan or di-
rection, wandered about at hazard. The cab was seen at
Saint-Pol, at Lescure, at Mont Gargan, at La Rougue-Marc
and Place du Gaillardbois; in the Rue Maladrerie, Rue Di-
nanderie, before Saint-Romain, Saint-Vivien, Saint-Maclou,
Saint-Nicaise—in front of the Customs, at the ‘Vieille Tour,’
the ‘Trois Pipes,’ and the Monumental Cemetery. From
time to time the coachman, on his box cast despairing eyes
at the public-houses. He could not understand what furi-
ous desire for locomotion urged these individuals never to
wish to stop. He tried to now and then, and at once excla-
mations of anger burst forth behind him. Then he lashed
his perspiring jades afresh, but indifferent to their jolting,
running up against things here and there, not caring if he
did, demoralised, and almost weeping with thirst, fatigue,
and depression.
And on the harbour, in the midst of the drays and casks,
and in the streets, at the corners, the good folk opened large

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