"Her image at that last embrace,
Ah! little thought he 'twas the last!"
Dim twilight crept into the valley. It was time to return home.
Pierre and Amelie, full of joy in each other, grateful for the
happiest day in their lives, hopeful of to-morrow and many to-
morrows after it, and mercifully blinded to what was really before
them, rose from their seat under the great spreading elm. They
slowly retraced the path through the meadow leading to the bridge,
and reentered the highway which ran to the city, where Pierre
conducted Amelie home.
CHAPTER XLIX.
THE MARKET-PLACE ON ST. MARTIN'S DAY.
The market-place then as now occupied the open square lying between
the great Cathedral of Ste. Marie and the College of the Jesuits.
The latter, a vast edifice, occupied one side of the square.
Through its wide portal a glimpse was had of the gardens and broad
avenues of ancient trees, sacred to the meditation and quiet
exercises of the reverend fathers, who walked about in pairs,
according to the rule of their order, which rarely permitted them to
go singly.
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