When not assembled with the rest for dinner, breakfast, a
game of billiards, a walk, you are in your room reading, or lounging on your
sofa. Every moment there comes in through your window, open on the garden, “puffs
of music” from Chopin, working away on one side, which mingle with the songs of
the nightingales and the scents of the roses.
From Famous Women: George Sand by Bertha Thomas
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