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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
La Bievre represente aujourd'hui le plus parfait symbole de la misere feminine exploitee par une grande ville. Nee dans l'etang de Saint-Quentin, pres de Trappes, elle court, fluette, dans la vallee qui porte son nom, et, mythologiquement, on se la figure, incarnee en une fillette a peine pubere, en une naiade toute petite, jouant encore a la poupee, sous des saules…
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This title is printed to order. This book may have been self-published. If so, we cannot guarantee the quality of the content. In the main most books will have gone through the editing process however some may not. We therefore suggest that you be aware of this before ordering this book. If in doubt check either the author or publisher’s details as we are unable to accept any returns unless they are faulty. Please contact us if you have any questions.
La Bievre represente aujourd'hui le plus parfait symbole de la misere feminine exploitee par une grande ville. Nee dans l'etang de Saint-Quentin, pres de Trappes, elle court, fluette, dans la vallee qui porte son nom, et, mythologiquement, on se la figure, incarnee en une fillette a peine pubere, en une naiade toute petite, jouant encore a la poupee, sous des saules…