Towards three oclock of an afternoon in October, 1844, a man about sixty years old though most persons would have thought him older was passing along the Boulevard des I tallens, his nose to the scent as it were, his lips pharisaically pursed, like those of a merchant who has just concluded a profitable piece of business, or a young fellow satisfied with himself as he leaves a boudoir. In Paris that is the highest known expression of personal satisfaction in man. As the old man approached within sight of the various persons who daily sit on chairs along the boulevard and enjoy the pleasure of anahziug the passers-by, a smile flickered across the faces of one and all, a smile peculiar to the inhabitants of Paris ;meaning many things, ironical, sarcastic, or compassionate, though it never dawns upon the face of a Parisian, blase as he is with sights of every kind, unless drawn forth by some great and living curiosity.(Typographical errors above are due to OCR software and don't occur in the book.)About the Publisher Forgotten Books is a publisher of historical writings, such as: Philosophy, Classics, Science, Religion, History, Folklore and Mythology.Forgotten Books' Classic Reprint Series utilizes the latest technology to regenerate facsimiles of historically important writings. Careful attention has been made to accurately preserve the original format of each page whilst digitally enhancing the aged text. Read books online for free at www.forgottenbooks.org - from Amzon