The Secrets of the Princesse de Cadignan by Honore de Balzac Translated by Katharine Prescott Worm...
2011-12-13
dreadfully. But, strange to say, poor Taillefer, though he suffers untold agony, is in no danger of...
must take her my last look; you must tell her that you were the last man whose hand I pressed. Oh, ...
vinegar to his nostrils and he recovered consciousness. Nevertheless his haggard eyes were so devoi...
"she'll go and put them in the great red earthenware pot, where she is accumulating a sum sufficien...
path made for the goats across the lofty walls of bluish granite between which foams the Rhine. Pre...
The Red Inn by Honore de Balzac Translated by Katharine Prescott Wormeley DEDICATION To Monsieur...
him and demanded to see his papers." At that instant, the clocks of Carentan struck half-past nine;...
would be best to say no more, but to do their best to save the poor woman from the abyss toward whi...
The Recruit by Honore de Balzac Translated by Katharine Prescott Wormeley DEDICATION To my dear ...
ideas and the ardor of composition. He half succeeded. Study consoled him, though it could not smot...
"Oh, I am too happy." The painter bent his head and remained silent, frightened at the vehemence o...
"Monsieur is a celebrated painter, whose name must be known to you in spite of your indifference to...
Adelaide went into a room next the drawing-room, where she no doubt slept, and returned bringing he...
his accident, and the friendly intervention of the tenants occupying the fourth floor, he could not...