Pays de Caux

'The cool air, where the smell of the coast and of the gorse, the clover and the grasses, the briny scent of the uncovered rocks, stirred him still as it gently intoxicated him and he made his mind up.

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he decided not to hesitate in telling her that he loved her and that he wanted to marry her.

' Guy de Maupassant, 'Pierre et Jean'