Banks and banking -- France -- History -- 19th -- Fiction
On the subject of the first railway which he had to lay, the line from
Broussa to Beyrout by way of Angora and Aleppo, Hamelin wrote at great
length. All the formalities had been concluded at Constantinople. He
was delighted with certain happy alterations which he had made in the
line of route, so as to overcome the difficult passage through the
Taurus passes; and of these passes and of the plains that stretched
away at the foot of the mountains he wrote with the rapture of a man
of science who had found new coal deposits there, and expected to see
the country covered with factories. He had located his guiding points,
and chosen the sites of his stations, some in the midst of the wild
solitudes--one here, another farther on. Cities would spring up around
those stations at the intersection of the natural highways. The seed
was already sown for the crop of men and grand things of the future;
everything was already germinating; within a few years there would
here be a new world. And he concluded with a loving kiss for his dear
sister, happy at being able to associate her in this resurrection of a
people, telling her that much of it would be due to her, to her who had
so long helped him, buoyed him up by her fine bravery and health.
Madame Caroline had finished her perusal, the letter lay open on the
table, and she remained there thinking, her eyes once more fixed
upon the lamp. Then her glances involuntarily rose and strayed round
the walls, lingering for a moment on each of the plans, each of the
water-colour drawings she saw there. The pavilion for the manager of
the United Steam Navigation Company was now built at Beyrout, and
was surrounded by vast store-houses. That deep, wild gorge of Mount
Carmel, blocked up with brambles and stones, was now being peopled;
the huge nest, as it were, of some new-born race. Those levellings
in the Taurus range were changing the aspect of the horizon, opening
the way for free commerce. And from all those geometrically outlined
designs, secured to the walls by a few tacks, there sprang up before
her a complete vision of the far-off country where she had formerly
travelled, and which she had loved so dearly for its beautiful sky of
unchanging blue and its ever fertile soil.
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