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Willa Cather

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Directly under his feet was the French stronghold, — scattered spires and slated roofs flashing in the rich, autumnal sunlight; the little capital which was just then the subject of so much discussion in Europe, and the goal of so many fantastic dreams.
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Shadows on the Rock, Book I, Ch. 1 (1931)

 
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