“She remembered the summer evenings all full of sunshine. The colts neighed when any one passed by, and galloped, galloped. Under her window there was a beehive, and sometimes the bees wheeling round in the light struck against her window… — Gustave Flaubert Copy Share Image
“When she remembered a summer it would be this one. When she remembered love it would be his.” — C.J. Carlyon Copy Share Image
