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another

moment was

on the

summit of

the

tower，in

that

gloomy and

intent

attitude

in which

he had

been

observed

by the

group of

girls.

there he

stood，grave，motionless，absorbed

in one

object，one

thought.all

paris was

spread out

at his

feet，with

her

thousand

turrets，her

undulating

horizon，her

river

winding

under the

bridges，her

stream of

people

flowing to

and fro in

the

streets；with

the cloud

of smoke

rising

from her

many

chimneys；with

her chain

of crested

roofs