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wonder-stricken eyes at this sight, so extraordinary in the
provinces, a cab with blinds drawn, and which appeared
thus constantly shut more closely than a tomb, and tossing
about like a vessel.
Once in the middle of the day, in the open country, just
as the sun beat most fiercely against the old plated lanterns,
a bared hand passed beneath the small blinds of yellow can-
vas, and threw out some scraps of paper that scattered in
the wind, and farther off lighted like white butterflies on a
field of red clover all in bloom.
At about six o’clock the carriage stopped in a back street
of the Beauvoisine Quarter, and a woman got out, who
walked with her veil down, and without turning her head.

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