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scape was the joy of motion ! Our force was spent,
our spirit exhausted with the shortest climb.—In
the first village we stopped for groseille and to rest.
V e sat at a little table in front of the cafe, silent
and melancholy; and when the landlady came out
and asked if my seat was on the luggage carrier,
and if, perhaps, we could reach Vienne by evening
(the distance from Lyons being twenty-seven kilo-
metres), we were too weary to be amused. In
parting she told us we had still four hills to cross;
she
scape was the joy of motion ! Our force was spent,
our spirit exhausted with the shortest climb.—In
the first village we stopped for groseille and to rest.
V e sat at a little table in front of the cafe, silent
and melancholy; and when the landlady came out
and asked if my seat was on the luggage carrier,
and if, perhaps, we could reach Vienne by evening
(the distance from Lyons being twenty-seven kilo-
metres), we were too weary to be amused. In
parting she told us we had still four hills to cross;
she