The wheel appeared gayer than ever for it, with its profile grown odd, all plumed with grass and moss.

When the water beat upon it with its silvery flood it was covered with pearls; its strange carcass wore a sparkling attire of necklaces of mother-of-pearl.
The part of the mill which dipped in the Morelle had the air of a barbaric arch stranded there.

A full half of the structure was built on piles.

The water flowed beneath the floor, and deep places were there, renowned throughout the district for the enormous eels and crayfish caught in them.

Below the fall the basin was as clear as a mirror, and when the wheel did not cover it with foam schools of huge fish could be seen swimming with the slowness of a squadron.