On a pitch black, starless night, a solitary man was trudging along the main road from Marchiennes t
On a pitch black, starless night, a solitary man was trudging along the main road from Marchiennes to Montsou, ten kilometres of cobblestones running straight as a die across the bare plain between fields of beet. - Germinal (1885), Zola -- source link
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