enameled like a meadow, sent up a soft murmur through the quiet night. Then the great doors of the ...
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nor a good father. He had observed that we are never so tenderly loved as by women to whom we scarc...
decking the room and the couch on which the dead man lay. At a sign from Don Juan all his people st...
poodle, his faithful companion, might have the bones. Bartolommeo never complained of the noise. If...
The Elixir of Life by Honore de Balzac Translated by Clara Bell and James Waring TO THE READER A...
there is no merit in yielding oneself to bliss that is foreseen and ardently desired. Alas, my frie...
true; but, for my own part, I do not blame you. You are two centuries behind the times with your fa...
accent, an urbane courtesy, and an ease of manner that could change in a moment to insolence, a sup...
whenever the bell rang; to estimate the drain of life when a carriage rolled past without stopping,...
"M. de Montriveau's prophecy has shaken my nerves," she said. "It was a joke, but still I will see ...
gave you my heart; that was not enough; you demanded, brutally, that I should give my person----" ...
ventured to bring her face to face with herself. She has played with many a man, no doubt; I will a...
ourselves. Has the Duchess surrendered? If so, I have nothing more to say. Come, give me your confi...
and self-examination found nothing but selfishness in all his thoughts and motives, in the answers ...
neighbour; and, in a word, the interests of all honest people personified. There, my friend, just b...