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BOOK FIRST.-WATERLOO????WHAT IS MET WITH ON THE WAY FROM NIVELLES  But let us consider the means.  In a relative measure, and in spite of the souvenir which we have just recalled, the exception is just.

????The wayfarer bent over and examined a rather large circular excavation,resembling the hollow of a sphere, in the stone on the left,at the foot of the pier of the door.????"Hougomont," said the peasant woman.BOOK FIRST.-WATERLOO

????He had passed Lillois and Bois-Seigneur-Isaac. In the west heperceived the slate-roofed tower of Braine-l'Alleud, which hasthe form of a reversed vase. He had just left behind a wood uponan eminence; and at the angle of the cross-road, by the sideof a sort of mouldy gibbet bearing the inscription AncientBarrier No. 4, a public house, bearing on its front this sign: At the Four Winds (Aux Quatre Vents). Echabeau, Private Cafe.  While in any other great city the vagabond child is a lost man, while nearly everywhere the child left to itself is, in some sort, sacrificed and abandoned to a kind of fatal immersion in the public vices which devour in him honesty and conscience, the street boy of Paris, we insist on this point, however defaced and injured on the surface, is almost intact on the interior.LastIndexNext

????WHAT IS MET WITH ON THE WAY FROM NIVELLES  A child was encountered in the streets; provided that he was fifteen years of age and did not know where he was to sleep, he was sent to the galleys. Grand reign; grand century.

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????"What is the name of this place?" inquired the wayfarer.????On the right, close to the road, was an inn, with a four-wheeled cartat the door, a large bundle of hop-poles, a plough, a heap of driedbrushwood near a flourishing hedge, lime smoking in a square hole,and a ladder suspended along an old penthouse with straw partitions. A young girl was weeding in a field, where a huge yellow poster,probably of some outside spectacle, such as a parish festival,was fluttering in the wind. At one corner of the inn, beside a poolin which a flotilla of ducks was navigating, a badly paved path plungedinto the bushes. The wayfarer struck into this.

   At the epoch, nearly contemporary by the way, when the action of this book takes place, there was not, as there is to-day, a policeman at the corner of every street (a benefit which there is no time to discuss here); stray children abounded in Paris. The statistics give an average of two hundred and sixty homeless children picked up annually at that period, by the police patrols, in unenclosed lands, in houses in process of construction, and under the arches of the bridges.????"What is the name of this place?" inquired the wayfarer.  Let us make an exception in favor of Paris, nevertheless.  In the civilization of the present day, incomplete as it still is, it is not a very abnormal thing to behold these fractured families pouring themselves out into the darkness, not knowing clearly what has become of their children, and allowing their own entrails to fall on the public highway. Hence these obscure destinies.  Now, the erring child is the corollary of the ignorant child.

????On the right, close to the road, was an inn, with a four-wheeled cartat the door, a large bundle of hop-poles, a plough, a heap of driedbrushwood near a flourishing hedge, lime smoking in a square hole,and a ladder suspended along an old penthouse with straw partitions. A young girl was weeding in a field, where a huge yellow poster,probably of some outside spectacle, such as a parish festival,was fluttering in the wind. At one corner of the inn, beside a poolin which a flotilla of ducks was navigating, a badly paved path plungedinto the bushes. The wayfarer struck into this.  Now, the erring child is the corollary of the ignorant child.

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