The Soul.
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Bluish backgrounds blend with the sky, and the whole landscape, reproduced in the waters of a tranquil river, forms a scene that no tongue can describe.
While my soul was thus reflecting, the other went its way. Heaven knows whither! Instead of going to court, according to orders, it took such a turn to the left, that my soul just caught it up at Madame de Hautcastel's door, full half a mile from the Palais Royal!
Now I leave the reader to fancy what might have been the consequence had the truant visited so beautiful a lady alone.
