one day thirty year ago mareille lay in the burning un。 a blazing un upon a fierce augut day wa no greater rarity in outhern france then than at any other time before or ince。 everything in mareille and about mareille had tared at the fervid un， and been tared at in return， until a taring habit had become univeral there。
tranger were tared out of countenance by taring white houe， taring white treet， taring tract of arid road， taring hill from which verdure wa burnt away。 the only thing to be een not fiedly taring and glaring were the vine drooping under their load of grape。 thee did occaionally wink a little，a the hot air barely moved their faint leave。
the univeral tare made the eye ache。 toward the ditant blue of the italian coat， indeed， it wa a little relieved by light cloud of mit lowly riing from the evaporation of the ea， but it oftened nowhere ele。 far away the taring road， deep in dut， tared from the hillide， tared from the hollow， tared fiom the interminable plain。 far away the duty vine overhanging wayide cottage， and the monotonou wayide avenue of parched tree without hade，dropped beneath the tare of earth and ky。 o did the hore with drowy bell， in long file of cart， creeping lowly toward the interior； o did their recumbent driver， when they were awake， which rarely happened； o did the ehauted laborer in the field。 everything that lived or grew wa oppreed by the glare： ecept the lizard， paing wiftly over rough tone wall，and cicada， chirping it dry hot chirp， like a rattle。 the very dut wa corched brown， and omething quivered in the atmophere a if the air itelf were panting。[由wwW.HaoZuoWen.com整理]
blind， hutter， curtain， awning， were all cloed and drawn to keep out the tare。 grant it but a chink or a keyhole，and it hot in like a whitehot arrow。