La Chartreuse de Parme, [1.8.158]. “It was midnight and Fabrice could assume he would not meet any police. The little road kept passing through clusters of trees whose darkk foliage was silhouetted against a sky that was full of stars, but veiled in a light mist. The waters and the sky were deeply peaceful; Fabrice’s soul could not resist this sublime beauty; he stopped, then sat down on a small roch which jutted out into the lake, forming a little promontory.”

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