Capitolo 20
church furnishes of bell to Bouleurs, a small, tree-shaded small village on another,
top of hill from that, owing to his/her situation, the bells that rarely
rescue of ring for a funeral, can be felt to a great distance, as they has
encircled on the valley for years. They seems so sad in the anchor the air that
the expression, the sonne of Ca a Bouleurs, has come to intend the bad fortune. In everybody
the cities where the bell can be felt, a man to that you/he/she is having the bad fortune
cards, or you/he/she has made a bad business, or you/he/she has been tangled in some way,
invariably the comments, the sonne of "Ca a Bouleurs."
I could show her/it anything more modern in the way of historian
association. For example, from the road to the southern side of my hill me
you/he/she can show her/it the her of de of Castle Haute Maison, with his/her mansard and Luigi
XVI tents, where Bismarck and Favre had theirs first without success
meeting, when this hill was busy from the Germans in 1870 during the
siege in Paris. And the walk of fifteen minutes from here is the beautiful one
De of castle Conde that was then in the house of Casimir-Perier and if You
don't remember him/it as the President of the Republic that discharged him rather
what a the face the case of Dreyfus, you can remember him/it as his/her/their father-in-law of
Mrs. Simone that uselessly takings of assault the American theater two
years ago.
You ask to me as isolated I am me. Well, I am, and I am not. My house
stands in the middle one of my garden. That is a certain kind of isolation.
There is a house on the opposite side of the road, very nearer than me
desires both. Rarely it is fortunately busy. Anchor, when it is, it is
end-busy. To the foot of the hill--perhaps five hundred enclosures
street--it is the small small village of Joncheroy and the small village of
Voisins. Only above of me it is the small village of Huiry--mean a dozen of houses.
You see that it is not sad. Then you console on. Till now as me I know the commune it has