Leaving his flocks to ramble at will over the plains and neighbouring hills, with the divine letter clasped in his hand, Stephen ran homeward through the little village where he lived, past its dilapidated church, its quaint shops and rows of houses, over the old stone bridge by which the main street crosses the little river loir, running in a southerly direction to join the beautiful loire.
"Ten Boys from History"
Kate Dickinson Sweetser
In "Louis Lambert" he gives an interesting account of the college, which was in the middle of the town on the little river loir, and contained a chapel, theatre, infirmary, bakery, and gardens.
"Honore de Balzac, His Life and Writings"
Mary F. Sandars
They halted before noon on the north bank of the loir, in a level meadow with lines of poplars running this way and that, and filling all the place with the soft shimmer of leaves.
"Historical Romances: Under the Red Robe, Count Hannibal, A Gentleman of France"
Stanley J. Weyman