Raising his head, his eyes met those of the sisters. With that charming feminine readiness which is...
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seldom." This thought dried the tears in his eyes as he gave his arm to his beautiful pupil, who f...
"To do the thing well, a woman ought to fasten upon some good prey, a celebrity, a man of enough wi...
In this difficult extremity Raoul dropped Florine's arm, and though she caught his own and held it ...
A Second Home The Country Parson La Roche-Hugon, Martial de Domestic Peace The Peasantry The Me...
A Drama on the Seashore by Honore de Balzac Translated by Katharine Prescott Wormeley DEDICATION ...
know how keen our sympathy for them is, any more than the world will know how beautiful are their l...
the forehead, Sundays.'--'Are you afraid of him?'--'Ah, no, no; isn't he my godfather? he wouldn't ...
himself where you saw him, and since he has been there he has never said one word." The fisherman ...
mingle in conversations. Intelligent ideas and delicate observations put into her mind by her inter...
In short, the terrible Raoul is grotesque. His movements are jerky, as if produced by imperfect mac...
the midst of which were flaming portraits drawn in lines of fire) to notice the naive admiration of...
the embers to see if a spark were yet alive, Madame Felix de Vandenesse was undergoing those violen...
corner of a garret on an earthenware stove, to that which convokes the tribes of pot-bellied chefs ...
"From my uncle," replied Raoul. Florine knew Raoul's "uncle." The word meant usury, as in popular ...