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Take a few steps； and you e upon that fatal Rue Croulebarbe； where Ulbach stabbed the goat…girl of Ivry to the sound of thunder； as in the melodramas。 A few paces more； and you arrive at the abominable pollarded elms of the Barriere Saint…Jacques； that expedient of the philanthropist to conceal the scaffold； that miserable and shameful Place de Grove of a shop…keeping and bourgeois society； which recoiled before the death penalty； neither daring to abolish it with grandeur； nor to uphold it with authority。
Leaving aside this Place Saint…Jacques； which was； as it were； predestined； and which has always been horrible； probably the most mournful spot on that mournful boulevard； seven and thirty years ago； was the spot which even to…day is so unattractive； where stood the building Number 50…52。
Bourgeois houses only began to spring up there twenty…five years later。 The place was unpleasant。
In addition to the gloomy thoughts which assailed one there； one was conscious of being between the Salpetriere； a glimpse of whose dome could be seen； and Bicetre； whose outskirts one was fairly touching； that is to say； between the madness of women and the madness of men。
As far as the eye could see； one could perceive nothing but the abattoirs； the city wall； and the fronts of a few factories； resembling barracks or monasteries； everywhere about stood hovels； rubbish； ancient walls blackened like cerecloths； new white walls like winding…sheets； everywhere parallel rows of trees； buildings erected on a line； flat constructions； long； cold rows； and the melancholy sadness of right angles。
Not an unevenness of the ground； not a caprice in the architecture； not a fold。 The ensemble was glacial； regular； hideous。
Nothing oppresses the heart like symmetry。
It is because symmetry is ennui； and ennui is at the very foundation of grief。
Despair yawns。 Something more terrible than a hell where one suffers may be imagined； and that is a hell where one is bored。
If such a hell existed； that bit of the Boulevard de l'Hopital might have formed the entrance to it。
Nevertheless； at nightfall； at the moment when the daylight is vanishing； especially in winter； at the hour when the twilight breeze tears from the elms their last russet leaves； when the darkness is deep and starless； or when the moon and the wind are making openings in the clouds and losing themselves in the shadows； this boulevard suddenly bees frightful。
The black lines sink inwards and are lost in the shades； like morsels of the infinite。 The passer…by cannot refrain from recalling the innumerable traditions of the place which are connected with the gibbet。 The solitude of this spot； where so many crimes have been mitted； had something terrible about it。
One almost had a presentiment of meeting with traps in that darkness； all the confused forms of the darkness seemed suspicious； and the long； hollow square； of which one caught a glimpse between each tree； seemed graves： by day it was ugly； in the evening melancholy； by night it was sinister。
In summer； at twilight； one saw； here and there； a few old women seated at the foot of the elm； on benches mouldy with rain。 These good old women were fond of begging。
However； this quarter； which had a superannuated rather than an antique air； was tending even then to transformation。
Even at that time any one who was desirous of seeing it had to make haste。 Each day some detail of the whole effect was disappearing。 For the last twenty years the station of the Orleans railway has stood beside the old faubourg and distracted it； as it does to…day。 Wherever it is placed on the borders of a capital； a railway station is the death of a suburb and the birth of a city。 It seems as though； around these great centres of the movements of a people； the earth； full of germs； trembled and yawned； to engulf the ancient dwellings of men and to allow new ones to spring forth； at the rattle of these powerful machines； at the breath of these monstrous horses of civilization which devour coal and vomit fire。 The old houses crumble and new ones rise。
Since the Orleans railway has invaded the region of the Salpetriere； the ancient； narrow streets which adjoin the moats Saint…Victor and the Jardin des Plantes tremble； as they are violently traversed three or four times each day by those currents of coach fiacres and omnibuses which； in a given time； crowd back the houses to the right and the left； for there are things which are odd when said that are rigorously exact； and just as it is true to say that in large cities the sun makes the southern fronts of houses to vegetate and grow； it is certain that the frequent passage of vehicles enlarges streets。
The symptoms of a new life are evident。 In this old provincial quarter； in the wildest nooks； the pavement shows itself； the sidewalks begin to crawl and to grow longer； even where there are as yet no pedestrians。
One morning；a memorable morning in July； 1845；black pots of bitumen were seen smoking there； on that day it might be said that civilization had arrived in the Rue de l'Ourcine； and that Paris had entered the suburb of Saint…Marceau。
MASTER GORBEAU
Forty years ago； a rambler who had ventured into that unknown country of the Salpetriere； and who had mounted to the Barriere d'Italie by way of the boulevard； reached a point where it might be said that Paris disappeared。
It was no longer solitude； for there were passers…by； it was not the country； for there were houses and streets； it was not the city； for the streets had ruts like highways； and the grass grew in them； it was not a village； the houses were too lofty。
What was it； then？
It was an inhabited spot where there was no one； it was a desert place where there was some one； it was a boulevard of the great city； a street of Paris； more wild at night than the forest； more gloomy by day than a cemetery。
It was the old quarter of the Marche…aux…Chevaux。
The rambler； if he risked himself outside the four decrepit walls of this Marche…aux…Chevaux； if he consented even to pass beyond the Rue du Petit…Banquier； after leaving on his right a garde