I want to make you feel that here is a place where the crowd does not clamor nor ill-winds blow. ‘Then it must certainly be Eugénie. We’re hard stuff!” Then she went on: “To think that is my father! Oh, my dear! He stood over me like a cliff; the thought of him nearly turned me aside from everything we have done. The lips were straight and pale, the chin aggressive, the nose indomitable. Her father, her own father! She remembered now a verse from the Psalms her father had always been quoting; but now she recited it with perfect understanding. Once outside, she ran towards the playground, and the grotto, a miniature limestone version of the manor, which was in itself a miniature of a fortress.
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