The Red Inn by Honore de Balzac Translated by Katharine Prescott Wormeley DEDICATION To Monsieur...
2011-12-13
pretensions. In her late social circle it was said that Diane was writing a book. Since her transfo...
path made for the goats across the lofty walls of bluish granite between which foams the Rhine. Pre...
"she'll go and put them in the great red earthenware pot, where she is accumulating a sum sufficien...
vinegar to his nostrils and he recovered consciousness. Nevertheless his haggard eyes were so devoi...
must take her my last look; you must tell her that you were the last man whose hand I pressed. Oh, ...
would be best to say no more, but to do their best to save the poor woman from the abyss toward whi...
dreadfully. But, strange to say, poor Taillefer, though he suffers untold agony, is in no danger of...
him and demanded to see his papers." At that instant, the clocks of Carentan struck half-past nine;...
Adelaide went into a room next the drawing-room, where she no doubt slept, and returned bringing he...
"Monsieur is a celebrated painter, whose name must be known to you in spite of your indifference to...
one word unseal your eyes! But, if that does not suffice, learn that your notes have been protested...
"Oh, I am too happy." The painter bent his head and remained silent, frightened at the vehemence o...
order to sell it to you again. The incident did really happen to Maxime de Trailles about nine year...
ideas and the ardor of composition. He half succeeded. Study consoled him, though it could not smot...