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From "Le Petit Chose", Daudet. (p. 255 Collins)

"The bells of Saint-Germains also visited me many times a day. Their visits cheered me. They entered noisily through the window & filled the room with music. Sometimes joyous, giddy chimes, hastening in their semi-quavers; sometimes gloomy knells whose notes fell one by one like tears. Then I had the 'angelus', the midday 'angelus', an archangel with garments of light who arrived all shining – the evening 'angelus', a melancholy seraph, who rode on the moonbeams, and made the chamber humid as he shook his mighty wings."

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