“The dark autumn night was ending; it was six o’clock in the morning. The city has just begun to wake up. The shops and gates of the houses are still locked. The carriages are almost inaudible, except for the cart of some tradeswoman going to the market with potatoes or milk. There are also few pedestrians: either a chimney sweep who has not yet had time to become covered with a layer of soot will pass by, then a cook or a busy housewife will scurry by with a basket on her hand, hurrying to the market for shopping, then a crowd of factory workers will pass with heavy steps...”