tearful eyes, complaining that she had not slept. "What troubles you?" I said. "I fear that my exc...
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underbrush with the rapidity of an arrow. "Drive on quickly to Clochegourde," cried the countess, t...
her glance turned to me beneath her eyelids, expressing the joy of a woman who finds the mere passi...
through the foliage. Seized with compassion for the shipwreck of our lives she turned back to memor...
unconcern of a child who looks every one in the face, and now dropped her eyes; her movements were ...
they. It is the chain of the galley-slave; it leaves an ineffaceable brand upon the soul, filling i...
yield, condemned to live a lie in her heart, yet delightful in outward appearance--for these Englis...
"Yes," I replied, "for I would give eternity for a day of happiness, and you--" "I!" she said haug...
flowing through a valley; the rains, the brooks, the torrents hie to it, the trees fall upon its su...
Nature's calm, indifferent to our struggles, has a magic gift of consolation. The tumults of a love...
Notwithstanding his wife's attentions, he found no food to suit him, his stomach being, he said, im...
I read her mind, and answered to its secret thought by saying, "Am I not allowed to be your faithfu...
to the child's voice with the myriad murmurs of the coming night, like the low accompaniment of an ...
without passing any one who recognized me. "Jacques is better," were the first words he said to me....
than all else to social success. Your springtime is short, endeavor to make the most of it. Cultiva...