Jules Claretie,
His Excellency the Minister
“ And Sulpice felt, at each step that he took, a more profound emotion. Along this russet-tinted wood, stood out here and there the bright trunks of birch-trees, and far above it, the pale blue sky; the abyss of heaven, strewn with milky clouds and throughout the course of this pathway arose like a Cybelean incense, a healthful and fresh odor that filled the lungs and infused a desire to live.To live! and, thought Sulpice, but a moment ago this lovely, slender girl spoke of dying. ”
