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The
street
was
laid
out
,
a
name
was
chosen
and
posted
up
on
an
iron
plate
,
but
before
construction
was
begun
,
it
occurred
to
the
possessor
of
the
property
that
a
handsome
sum
might
be
obtained
for
the
ground
then
devoted
to
fruits
and
vegetables
,
by
building
along
the
line
of
the
proposed
street
,
and
so
making
it
a
branch
of
communication
with
the
Faubourg
Saint
--
Honore
itself
,
one
of
the
most
important
thoroughfares
in
the
city
of
Paris
.
In
matters
of
speculation
,
however
,
though
"
man
proposes
,
"
"
money
disposes
.
"
From
some
such
difficulty
the
newly
named
street
died
almost
in
birth
,
and
the
purchaser
of
the
kitchen-garden
,
having
paid
a
high
price
for
it
,
and
being
quite
unable
to
find
any
one
willing
to
take
his
bargain
off
his
hands
without
a
considerable
loss
,
yet
still
clinging
to
the
belief
that
at
some
future
day
he
should
obtain
a
sum
for
it
that
would
repay
him
,
not
only
for
his
past
outlay
,
but
also
the
interest
upon
the
capital
locked
up
in
his
new
acquisition
,
contented
himself
with
letting
the
ground
temporarily
to
some
market-gardeners
,
at
a
yearly
rental
of
500
francs
.
And
so
,
as
we
have
said
,
the
iron
gate
leading
into
the
kitchen-garden
had
been
closed
up
and
left
to
the
rust
,
which
bade
fair
before
long
to
eat
off
its
hinges
,
while
to
prevent
the
ignoble
glances
of
the
diggers
and
delvers
of
the
ground
from
presuming
to
sully
the
aristocratic
enclosure
belonging
to
the
mansion
,
the
gate
had
been
boarded
up
to
a
height
of
six
feet
.
True
,
the
planks
were
not
so
closely
adjusted
but
that
a
hasty
peep
might
be
obtained
through
their
interstices
;
but
the
strict
decorum
and
rigid
propriety
of
the
inhabitants
of
the
house
left
no
grounds
for
apprehending
that
advantage
would
be
taken
of
that
circumstance
.
Horticulture
seemed
,
however
,
to
have
been
abandoned
in
the
deserted
kitchen-garden
;
and
where
cabbages
,
carrots
,
radishes
,
pease
,
and
melons
had
once
flourished
,
a
scanty
crop
of
lucerne
alone
bore
evidence
of
its
being
deemed
worthy
of
cultivation
.
A
small
,
low
door
gave
egress
from
the
walled
space
we
have
been
describing
into
the
projected
street
,
the
ground
having
been
abandoned
as
unproductive
by
its
various
renters
,
and
had
now
fallen
so
completely
in
general
estimation
as
to
return
not
even
the
one-half
per
cent
it
had
originally
paid
.
Towards
the
house
the
chestnut-trees
we
have
before
mentioned
rose
high
above
the
wall
,
without
in
any
way
affecting
the
growth
of
other
luxuriant
shrubs
and
flowers
that
eagerly
dressed
forward
to
fill
up
the
vacant
spaces
,
as
though
asserting
their
right
to
enjoy
the
boon
of
light
and
air
.
At
one
corner
,
where
the
foliage
became
so
thick
as
almost
to
shut
out
day
,
a
large
stone
bench
and
sundry
rustic
seats
indicated
that
this
sheltered
spot
was
either
in
general
favor
or
particular
use
by
some
inhabitant
of
the
house
,
which
was
faintly
discernible
through
the
dense
mass
of
verdure
that
partially
concealed
it
,
though
situated
but
a
hundred
paces
off
.
Whoever
had
selected
this
retired
portion
of
the
grounds
as
the
boundary
of
a
walk
,
or
as
a
place
for
meditation
,
was
abundantly
justified
in
the
choice
by
the
absence
of
all
glare
,
the
cool
,
refreshing
shade
,
the
screen
it
afforded
from
the
scorching
rays
of
the
sun
,
that
found
no
entrance
there
even
during
the
burning
days
of
hottest
summer
,
the
incessant
and
melodious
warbling
of
birds
,
and
the
entire
removal
from
either
the
noise
of
the
street
or
the
bustle
of
the
mansion
.
On
the
evening
of
one
of
the
warmest
days
spring
had
yet
bestowed
on
the
inhabitants
of
Paris
,
might
be
seen
negligently
thrown
upon
the
stone
bench
,
a
book
,
a
parasol
,
and
a
work-basket
,
from
which
hung
a
partly
embroidered
cambric
handkerchief
,
while
at
a
little
distance
from
these
articles
was
a
young
woman
,
standing
close
to
the
iron
gate
,
endeavoring
to
discern
something
on
the
other
side
by
means
of
the
openings
in
the
planks
--
the
earnestness
of
her
attitude
and
the
fixed
gaze
with
which
she
seemed
to
seek
the
object
of
her
wishes
,
proving
how
much
her
feelings
were
interested
in
the
matter
.
At
that
instant
the
little
side-gate
leading
from
the
waste
ground
to
the
street
was
noiselessly
opened
,
and
a
tall
,
powerful
young
man
appeared
.
He
was
dressed
in
a
common
gray
blouse
and
velvet
cap
,
but
his
carefully
arranged
hair
,
beard
and
mustache
,
all
of
the
richest
and
glossiest
black
,
ill
accorded
with
his
plebeian
attire
.
After
casting
a
rapid
glance
around
him
,
in
order
to
assure
himself
that
he
was
unobserved
,
he
entered
by
the
small
gate
,
and
,
carefully
closing
and
securing
it
after
him
,
proceeded
with
a
hurried
step
towards
the
barrier
.
At
the
sight
of
him
she
expected
,
though
probably
not
in
such
a
costume
,
the
young
woman
started
in
terror
,
and
was
about
to
make
a
hasty
retreat
.
But
the
eye
of
love
had
already
seen
,
even
through
the
narrow
chinks
of
the
wooden
palisades
,
the
movement
of
the
white
robe
,
and
observed
the
fluttering
of
the
blue
sash
.
Pressing
his
lips
close
to
the
planks
,
he
exclaimed
,
"
Do
n't
be
alarmed
,
Valentine
--
it
is
I
!
"
Again
the
timid
girl
found
courage
to
return
to
the
gate
,
saying
,
as
she
did
so
,
"
And
why
do
you
come
so
late
today
?
It
is
almost
dinner-time
,
and
I
had
to
use
no
little
diplomacy
to
get
rid
of
my
watchful
mother-inlaw
,
my
too-devoted
maid
,
and
my
troublesome
brother
,
who
is
always
teasing
me
about
coming
to
work
at
my
embroidery
,
which
I
am
in
a
fair
way
never
to
get
done
.
So
pray
excuse
yourself
as
well
as
you
can
for
having
made
me
wait
,
and
,
after
that
,
tell
me
why
I
see
you
in
a
dress
so
singular
that
at
first
I
did
not
recognize
you
.
"
"
Dearest
Valentine
,
"
said
the
young
man
,
"
the
difference
between
our
respective
stations
makes
me
fear
to
offend
you
by
speaking
of
my
love
,
but
yet
I
can
not
find
myself
in
your
presence
without
longing
to
pour
forth
my
soul
,
and
tell
you
how
fondly
I
adore
you
.
If
it
be
but
to
carry
away
with
me
the
recollection
of
such
sweet
moments
,
I
could
even
thank
you
for
chiding
me
,
for
it
leaves
me
a
gleam
of
hope
,
that
if
you
did
not
expect
me
(
and
that
indeed
would
be
worse
than
vanity
to
suppose
)
,
at
least
I
was
in
your
thoughts
.
You
asked
me
the
cause
of
my
being
late
,
and
why
I
come
disguised
.
I
will
candidly
explain
the
reason
of
both
,
and
I
trust
to
your
goodness
to
pardon
me
.
I
have
chosen
a
trade
.
"
"
A
trade
?
Oh
,
Maximilian
,
how
can
you
jest
at
a
time
when
we
have
such
deep
cause
for
uneasiness
?
"
