barreux

Updated: May 13, 2025

'Why, that clump of pollards still emerging from the water on the left, cried Claude, 'was the Barreux Island, where we used to chat together, lying on the grass! You remember, don't you? Ah! the scoundrels! Sandoz, who could never see a tree felled without shaking his fist at the wood-cutter, turned pale with anger, and felt exasperated that the authorities had thus dared to mutilate nature.

Émile Zola - His Masterpiece