The Street of Our Lady of the Fields, Chapter 6

⁠​​​‌​​​​​​​‌​‌​‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​​‌​​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​‌​​​​​‌‌‌‌​‌​‌⁠It was with another quick heart-beat that he awoke next morning, for his first thought was of Valentine.

The sun already gilded the towers of Notre Dame, the clatter of workmen’s sabots awoke sharp echoes in the street below, and across the way a blackbird in a pink almond tree was going into an ecstasy of trills.

He determined to awake Clifford for a brisk walk in the country, hoping later to begui