![]() ![]() The moment he arrived at this place of his dreams he began fishing, and fished till nightfall.Įvery Sunday he met in this very spot Monsieur Sauvage, a stout, jolly, little man, a draper in the Rue Notre Dame de Lorette, and also an ardent fisherman. He took the Argenteuil train, got out at Colombes, and walked thence to the Ile Marante. ![]() People were eating anything they could get.Īs Monsieur Morissot, watchmaker by profession and idler for the nonce, was strolling along the boulevard one bright January morning, his hands in his trousers pockets and stomach empty, he suddenly came face to face with an acquaintance-Monsieur Sauvage, a fishing chum.īefore the war broke out Morissot had been in the habit, every Sunday morning, of setting forth with a bamboo rod in his hand and a tin box on his back. Even the sparrows on the roofs and the rats in the sewers were growing scarce. Besieged Paris was in the throes of famine. ![]()
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