Identifier: ninetythree01hugo (find matches)
Title: Ninety-three
Year: 1889 (1880s)
Authors: Hugo, Victor, 1802-1885 Benedict, Frank Lee, 1834-1910
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Publisher: London, New-York : G. Routledge and Sons
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to the Manjuis de Lantenac, a (juarter of a league fatigued him : hemade a short circuit to the Croix-A^•ranchin, and evening had comebefore he returned. A littl(^ l)eyond Macey, the path he was following led to a sort ofculminating ))oint, bare of trees, from whence one could see very far,taking in the whole stretch of the western horizon to the sea. A column of smoke attracted his attention. Nothing calmer than smoke, but nothing more startling. There arepeaceful smokes, and there are evil ones. The thickness and color of aline of smoke marks the whole difference between war and peace,between fraternity and hatred, between hospitality and the tond),between life and death. A smoke mounting among the trees may be asymbol of all that is most charming in the world—a heart at home; ora sign of that which is most i\\\in\—a conflagration. The whole hai>)>i-ness of man, or his most com)ilt*te misery, is sometimes ex))ressed inthis thin vapor, which the wind scatters at will. 112
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THE MASSACRE AT H E R B E • E N - P A I L JNTiV^^Tr- THREE. 115 The smokt which TL-lhuavch saw was disquieting. It was black, dashed uow aud then with sudden gleams of red, asif the brasier from which it flowed burned irregularly, and luid begunto die out ; and it rose above Herbe-en-Pail. Tellmarch (juickened his stejxs, and walked towaid this smoke. He was very tired, but he must know^ what this signified. He reached the summit of a hill, against whose side the handot audthe farm were nestled. There was no longer eitlKn- farm or hamlet. A heap of ruins was burning still—it was Herbe-cn-Pail. There is something which it is more painful to see burn than apalace—it is a cottage. A cottage on fire is a lamentalile sight. It is adevastation swooping down on poverty, the Aidture x>ouncing upon theworms of the ground ; there is in it a contradiction which chills the heart. If we lielieve the Biblical legend, the sight of a couflagiationchanged a human being into a statue : for a m

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