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It was the hottest hour, the hottest day, the hottest month and in the hottest town of southern France.

Summer had now reached its height. The irradiation was so dazzling that the earth seemed to be slowly simmering in a splendent haze; the rays of the sun were so fervid and palpable that instead of ethereal light they looked like fine glowing dust poured forth from some solar crater and sifted down below upon that broiling town.

Not the faintest breeze was blowing and