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Percy Durand looked out of the window of his compartment, as the train / paused at Montivilliers, and lazily watched the people on the platform.
"There is nothing new under the sun," he yawned. "The world is / monotonously alike, go where you will. There are always the same people / hurrying to catch the train, and waiting until they can blockade the car / steps before they bid a lingering farewell to friends. Then there are / the same irritated and baggage-encumbered travelers waiting behind them, / and cursing inwardly, and -- upon my soul, what a very pretty girl!"