Rather a sad holiday, I own; it reminds me of certain visits to Marlotte.
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Marlotte, for a central figure, boasted Olivier de Penne.
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Marlotte possesses a big, I should say comfortable, hotel, is very cosmopolitan and very pretty.
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Marlotte, a little village in the Forest of Fontainebleau, became his home; there he spent eight months of every year.
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In Marlotte drawing-rooms we are in France, but always with a pleasant reminder of England and of true English hospitality.
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The other day an English resident at Marlotte, when cycling among these villages of the plain inquired his way of a countryman.
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And such is the burthen, even after we have come to Marlotte and taken our places in the court at Mother Antonine's.
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Only a mile either of woodland, field path or high road separates Bourron from its more populous and highly popular neighbour, Marlotte.
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Destined perhaps one day to rival its neighbour Marlotte in popularity-evento become a second Barbizon-itis as yet the sleepiest, most rustic retreat imaginable.
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Making gold-green lines between are vines, a succession of asparagus beds and vineyards separating our village from its better known and more populous neighbour, Marlotte.