The Elixir of Life by Honore de Balzac Translated by Clara Bell and James Waring TO THE READER A...
2011-12-13
whenever the bell rang; to estimate the drain of life when a carriage rolled past without stopping,...
and self-examination found nothing but selfishness in all his thoughts and motives, in the answers ...
accent, an urbane courtesy, and an ease of manner that could change in a moment to insolence, a sup...
ourselves. Has the Duchess surrendered? If so, I have nothing more to say. Come, give me your confi...
ventured to bring her face to face with herself. She has played with many a man, no doubt; I will a...
true; but, for my own part, I do not blame you. You are two centuries behind the times with your fa...
admiration, to talk of war with a soldier, wax enthusiastic with philanthropists over the good of t...
name he bore, the elder branch would have been as securely seated on the throne as the House of Han...
grew less unkind. Her words were sweet and soothing. They were lovers--lovers only could have been ...
a coquette, and above all things a Parisienne, loving a brilliant life and gaiety, reflecting never...
neighbour; and, in a word, the interests of all honest people personified. There, my friend, just b...
she did not even go so far as to form a wish. One evening she chanced to be at the house of an inti...
weariness flowed over his fevered cheeks; he was bowed down with fatigue upon fatigue, his throat s...
Paris cares to take what other women have passed over. The dread of being taken for a fool is the s...