The Works of Edgar Allan Poe - Volume 1


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when I heard the Frenchman speak what he had just spoken, and when I  
could not help acknowledging that he had spoken the truth. He continued:  
"We had been talking of horses, if I remember aright, just before  
leaving the Rue C ----. This was the last subject we discussed. As we  
crossed into this street, a fruiterer, with a large basket upon his  
head, brushing quickly past us, thrust you upon a pile of paving stones  
collected at a spot where the causeway is undergoing repair. You stepped  
upon one of the loose fragments, slipped, slightly strained your ankle,  
appeared vexed or sulky, muttered a few words, turned to look at the  
pile, and then proceeded in silence. I was not particularly attentive to  
what you did; but observation has become with me, of late, a species of  
necessity.  
"You kept your eyes upon the ground--glancing, with a petulant  
expression, at the holes and ruts in the pavement, (so that I saw you  
were still thinking of the stones,) until we reached the little alley  
called Lamartine, which has been paved, by way of experiment, with the  
overlapping and riveted blocks. Here your countenance brightened up,  
and, perceiving your lips move, I could not doubt that you murmured the  
word 'stereotomy,' a term very affectedly applied to this species of  
pavement. I knew that you could not say to yourself 'stereotomy' without  
being brought to think of atomies, and thus of the theories of Epicurus;  
and since, when we discussed this subject not very long ago, I mentioned  
to you how singularly, yet with how little notice, the vague guesses  
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