Two wide roads meet upon the verge of the forest of Velours.
A shallow circular cavity in the large blue flag of the hearth was the resting place of Velours.
Little Blanche was fast asleep in her sofa-crib, and Velours was rolled in a torpid circle on the hearth.
There were rugs, there were hangings, there were dim-shaded lamps casting a soft glow upon tapestry and velours.
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