The lights of the Champs Elysées and the Place de la Concorde, suggestive, brilliant, seductive, shone like an army of fireflies against the deep cool background of the night. Before retracing his steps, however, he allowed his gaze to range over the vast and beautiful prospect spread out beneath him, which is now hidden, from the traveller's view by the high walls of the General Cemetery, and can, consequently, only be commanded from the interior of that attractive place of burial,—and which, before it was intersected by canals and railroads, and portioned out into hippodromes, was exquisite indeed. “It’s his birthday. The light!—the light!" Astounded at his cries, Thames sprang towards him. " "A key!" exclaimed Wood eagerly. Jack now carefully closed the shutters, while Blueskin struck a light, with which he set fire to a candle. That's one of the troubles with young folks: they take themselves so seriously. Eh bien, they would see about this.
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