Upon returning to the street, he was amazed to see how calm the city was. It was like an ordinary Parisian day, with people gossiping in the cafes, shopping, and gong to the theatres. The tall Irishman hailed a cab, and went to a friend’s house directly outside the city. As he left Paris, his thoughts flew to the Temple, where a disconsolate widow was mourning the best of husbands, who had also been the best of kings.
Trianon - Elena Maria Vidal
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