Roumare

What is the matter with me? The bromide does me no good, and the shower baths have no effect whatever.

Sometimes in order to tire myself out, though I am fatigued enough already, I go for a walk in the forest of Roumare.

I used to think at first that the fresh light and soft air, impregnated with the odor of herbs and leaves, would instill new blood into my veins and impart fresh energy to my heart.

I turned into a broad ride in the wood, and then I turned toward La Buissiere, through a narrow path between two rows of exceedingly tall trees, which placed a thick green, almost black roof between the sky and me.