and from steeple to steeple until they reached the towers of Notre Dame, I wonder whether the Imperial birds had any eye for a little corner of the parish of Bloomsbury, London, which u might have thought so quiet, that even the whirring and flapping of those mighty wings would pass unobserved there
The final disaster struck when Napoleon escaped from the island of Elba and invaded France.
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It was the year of 1815. BTW, instead of 'invade', maybe 'return' is more appropriate?
Our surprised story now finds itself for a moment among very famous events and personages, and hanging on to the skirts of history. When the eagles of Napoleon Bonaparte, the Corsican upstart, were flying from Provence, where they had perched after a brief sojourn in Elba,
and from steeple to steeple until they reached the towers of Notre Dame, I wonder whether the Imperial birds had any eye for a little corner of the parish of Bloomsbury, London, which u might have thought so quiet, that even the whirring and flapping of those mighty wings would pass unobserved there
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and from steeple to steeple until they reached the towers of Notre Dame, I wonder whether the Imperial birds had any eye for a little corner of the parish of Bloomsbury, London, which u might have thought so quiet, that even the whirring and flapping of those mighty wings would pass unobserved there
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The final disaster struck when Napoleon escaped from the island of Elba and invaded France. --- It was the year of 1815. BTW, instead of 'invade', maybe 'return' is more appropriate?
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Our surprised story now finds itself for a moment among very famous events and personages, and hanging on to the skirts of history. When the eagles of Napoleon Bonaparte, the Corsican upstart, were flying from Provence, where they had perched after a brief sojourn in Elba,
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and from steeple to steeple until they reached the towers of Notre Dame, I wonder whether the Imperial birds had any eye for a little corner of the parish of Bloomsbury, London, which u might have thought so quiet, that even the whirring and flapping of those mighty wings would pass unobserved there
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