The river ... glittered now here, now there, moving ever closer, as if a giant hand were scattering millions… — Patrick Süskind
The river ... glittered now here, now there, moving ever closer, as if a giant hand were scattering millions of louis-d'or over the water. For a moment it seemed the direction of the river had changed: it was flowing toward Baldini, a shimmering flood of pure gold.
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