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...ce the facts of nature and of history are Divine parables. And as each one’s conquest is, in the track of his Leader, the only true Conqueror, so Herc... ...ub and lion-skin, or was it a gentleman I had known? Ah me! how soon a man’s place knoweth him no more! What fresh recollections that majestic form aw... ...nt down, though the family of the occupant was saved, partly by Prometesky’s exertions. When the troops came, both he and my brothers were taken with ... ... sentence was com- muted to transportation for life, and so was Prometesky’s, because he was half a foreigner, and because he was proved to have saved... ... almost as if I were dying, and leaving them to a sort of fiend. My mother’s old friends, Lady Diana Tracy and Lord Erymanth, her brother, used to bem... ...to be a scourge to the country. Everyone had some story to tell of Ambrose’s fiery speeches and insubordinate actions, viewing Eustace as not so bad b... ...herited the stock and the last years of a lease of a farm on Lord Erymanth’s property; he had done a good deal for it, and expended money on the under... ...heir husbands were in prison, and had been much struck with Alice, Ambrose’s wife, who held up most bravely; though Dorothy, poor thing, was prostrate... ... were seen, as well as Prometesky, at the fire at what had been Lewthwayte’s farm; at least, so it was declared by men who turned King’s evidence, and...

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...n edication edication edication To Monsieur Charles Bernard du Grail. I WA S BURIED in one of those profound reveries to which ev- erybody, even a fri... ...sively with the Whys and Hows. Where does he come from? Who are they? What’s the matter with him? What has she done? They lowered their voices and wal... ...eauty realized the fabulous conceptions of Oriental poets! Like the Sultan’s daughter in the tale of the Wonderful Lamp, she should have remained alwa... ...ourt, to refrain from crying out when, in hiding him in a closet, the lady’s maid crushes two of his fingers in the crack of a door. To love one of th... ...he crack of a door. To love one of these omnipotent sirens is to stake one’s life, is it not? And that, perhaps, is why we love them so passion- ately... ...on- ately! Such was the Comtesse de Lanty. 6 Sarrasine Filippo, Marianina’s brother, inherited, as did his sister, the Countess’ marvelous beauty. T ... ...ubject of wonderment in Paris. In no other country, perhaps, is V espasian’s maxim more thor- oughly understood. Here gold pieces, even when stained w... ... at a concert, when he seemed to have been drawn to the salon by Marianina’s enchanting voice. “I have been cold for the last minute or two,” said a l... ...riminal, the possessor of enormous wealth. Novelists described the old man’s life and gave some really interesting details of the atrocities committed...

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... to know both his needs and those of the amiable American family looking out for something really superior in the way of a resident tutor. The young m... ...riment. He reflected, however, that these were risks one had to run when one accepted a position, as it was called, in a private family; when as yet o... ...ence of the child, in squeezing out a phrase about the rate of payment. It was not the fault of the conscious smile which seemed a reference to the la... ...ll be quite regular.” Pemberton only wondered, while he took up his hat, what “all that” was to amount to—people had such dif- ferent ideas. Mrs. More... .... And, you know, I’ve another son, quite different from this one.” “He tries to imitate me,” Morgan said to their friend. 6 The Pupil “He tries? Why ... ...years old!” cried Mrs. Moreen. “You’re very witty,” Pemberton remarked to the child— a proposition his mother echoed with enthusiasm, de- claring Morg... ...scant patrimony into a single full wave of experience. He had had his full wave but couldn’t pay the score at his inn. Moreover he had caught in the b... ... windows; Pemberton saw him go and lean on the parapet of the terrace. He remained there while the young man took leave of his mother, who, on Pembert... ... the young man took leave of his mother, who, on Pemberton’s look- ing as if he expected a farewell from him, interposed with: “Leave him, leave him; ...

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...he table nei- ther heard nor heeded. “Mary, Mary, quite contrary,” was Sam’s cry, in so funny a voice, that Miss Fosbrook could only laugh; “is this b... ...so rude, Miss Fosbrook.” “Rude, but honest,” said Miss Fosbrook; and Susan’s hon- est eyes twinkled, as much as to say, “I like that;” but she said, “... ...ower regions:- “Thick butter and thin bread, Or it shall be thrown at Mary’s head; Thick bread and thin butter, Is only fit for the ducks in the gutte... ...is tail and a wink of his eye, and lays them down just before the landlord’s feet; and he’s so cunning, that not an inch will he budge till he’s got t... ... while Sam, exploding in the window, called out, “Why, don’t you know that’s why pigs have rings in their noses?” “There was a lady loved a swine; ‘Ho... ...w the pig swings the bag on his back? I don’t think ours could do it.” “It’s a sort made on purpose,” said Hal. “Made on purpose by Mr. Henry Merrifie... ...the charge. “Why do you want to know, my dear?” asked Miss Fosbrook. “Mary’s sister said so.” “I know,” exclaimed Susan; “Davy went out with the nurs-... ...avy went out with the nurs- ery children to-day, and they went to see Mary’s sister. Her husband is drowned because he was a sailor; and the Mer- maid... ...o South America; and there are five little tiny children.” “Of the mermaid’s?” cried Harry. “No, no; the Mermaid was the ship, and it was wrecked, 7 ...

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... old gentleman—persons of very steady habits, with whose pockets the widow’s mod- erate demands agreed better than the hotel charges. And so the Bell... ... that and nothing more, flirta- tions that are so destructive of the heart’s sweetest es- sence. She feared love also, though she longed for that as w... ...taller than her sister, and lighter; her eyes were blue as were her mother’s; her hair was brighter than Hetta’s, but not always so singularly neat. ... ...h! There; my allowance of pages permits no more. One piercing cold winter’s day there came knocking at the widow’s door—a young man. Winter days, wh... ...n these days there was not often much to disturb the serenity of Mrs. Bell’s house; but on the day in question there came knocking at the door—a young... ... day forth. She had known Hetta as a baby, and, so to say, had seen Susan’s birth. “And what might you be wanting, sir?” said Kate O’Brien, apparentl... ...e Courtship of Susan Bell “I wish to see Mrs. Bell. Is not this Mrs. Bell’s house?” said the young man, shaking the snow from out of the breast of hi... ... and how it came to pass that his carpet-bag was brought down to the widow’s house and one of the front bedrooms was prepared for him, and that he dra... ...drooms was prepared for him, and that he drank tea that night in the widow’s parlour. His name was Aaron Dunn, and by profession he was an engineer. ...

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...make use of them, and as such is a part of the Pennsylvania State University’s Electronic Classics Series. Cover design: Jim Manis; art work: Henry ... ...nry Fuseli. Hamlet and the Ghost, 1789. Plate XLIV from Volume II of Boydell’s Shakespeare Prints ; the illustration in Boydell is based on the origin... ..., and other Attendants. (Lord:) (First Sailor:) (Messenger:) Ghost of Hamlet’s Father . (Ghost:) SCENE: Denmark. HAMLET ACT I SCENE I: Elsinore. A p... ... the castle. [FRANCISCO at his post. Enter to him BERNARDO .] BERNARDO: Who’s there? FRANCISCO: Nay, answer me: stand, and unfold yourself. BERNARD... ... watch, bid them make haste. FRANCISCO: I think I hear them. Stand, ho! Who’s there? [Enter HORATIO and MARCELLUS .] HORATIO: Friends to this ground... ...et, Act I, scene i 5 BERNARDO: Last night of all, When yond same star that’s westward from the pole Had made his course to illume that part of heave... ...ook, where it comes again! BERNARDO: In the same figure, like the king that’s dead. MARCELLUS: Thou art a scholar; speak to it, Horatio. BERNARDO: ... ...e wars. Hamlet, Act I, scene i 7 HORATIO: A mote it is to trouble the mind’s eye. In the most high and palmy state of Rome, A little ere the mightie... ...blood, Disasters in the sun; and the moist star Upon whose influence Neptune’s empire stands Was sick almost to doomsday with eclipse: And even the li...

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...ortunity university. 3 Joseph Conrad To-morrow by Joseph Conrad W HA T WA S KNOWN of Captain Hagberd in the little seaport of Colebrook was not exact... ... but her forearms were white and shapely, and she would look at her father’s landlord in silence— in an informed silence which had an air of knowledge... ...agantly overgrown, as if belonging to an exotic clime; and Captain Hagberd’s upright, hale person, clad in No. 1 sail- 4 To-morrow cloth from head to... ...n away to sea and had never been heard of since. Put to rest in Davy Jones’s locker this many a day, as likely as not. That old man came flying to Col... ... Colebrook again. “Ha, ha, ha! Why, of course, Colebrook. Where else? That’s the only place in the United Kingdom for your long-lost sons. So he sold ... ...So he sold up his old home in Colchester, and down he comes here. Well, it’s a craze, like any other. Wouldn’t catch me go- ing crazy over any of my y... ...f it was a strange face he couldn’t help thinking di-rectly, “Sup- pose he’s the son of old Hagberd!” He laughed at himself for it. It was a strong cr... ...e was quite rational, so this, too, was bound to come. Such was the barber’s firm opin-ion. Nobody had ever contradicted him; his own hair had gone gr... ...cted him; his own hair had gone grey since that time, and Captain Hag-berd’s beard had turned quite white, and had ac-quired a majestic flow over the ...

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... NO RANK NORRIS RRIS RRIS RRIS RRIS A P A P A P A P A PENN ENN ENN ENN ENN S S S S ST T T T TA A A A A TE TE TE TE TE E E E E ELECTRONIC LECTRONIC LEC... ...RONIC LECTRONIC LECTRONIC C C C C CLASSICS LASSICS LASSICS LASSICS LASSICS S S S S SERIES ERIES ERIES ERIES ERIES P P P P PUBLICA UBLICA UBLICA UBLICA... ...pitalist and speculator. Sheldon Corthell, an artist. Landry Court, broker’s clerk. Samuel Gretry, a broker. Charles Cressler, a dealer in grain. Mrs.... ...al episode the relieving of a famine in an Old World community. The author’s most sincere thanks for assistance rendered in the preparation of the fol... ...iceable trait. But it was not a paleness of lack of colour. Laura Dearborn’s pallour was in itself a colour. It was a tint rather than a shade, like i... ... Her hair, dressed high for the first time this night, was brown. But Page’s beauty was no less marked than her sister’s. The seriousness of her expre... ...softer outlines than that of a boy. “No, no,” she said, in answer to Laura’s question. “They would come in here; they wouldn’t wait outside—not on suc... ...visible supply was too great.” Page nudged her sister and whispered: “That’s the Helmick failure they’re talking about, those men. Landry Court told m... ...with our party to-night. I heard Mrs. Cressler say she would ask him. That’s Mr. Jadwin, I’m sure. He’s waiting for them, too.” “Oh, then ask him abou...

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...f it. Her brother, De Balzac CHAPTER I THAT WHICH WAS LACKING TO PIERROTIN’S HAPPINESS RAILROADS, in a future not far distant, must force certain indu... ...re, from Paris to Isle-Adam, beloved by every one along the way. Pierrotin’s vehicle, together with that of his comrade, and Pierrotin him- self, were... ...tained customers by honorable proceedings. In Paris they used, for economy’s sake, the same yard, hotel, and stable, the same coach-house, office, and... ...p with a visor covered his head. His military career had left in Pierrotin’s manners and customs a great respect for all social superiority, and a hab... ...a purchase neces- sitated by an increasing influx of travellers. Pierrotin’s present establishment consisted of two vehicles. One, which served in win... ...coucou was painted yellow, embellished along the top with a band of barber’s blue, on which could be read, on the sides, in silvery 9 Balzac white le... ...dinances. Thus on certain Saturday nights and Mon- day mornings, Pierrotin’s coucou “trundled” fifteen travel- lers; but on such occasions, in order t... ...rd to the stables, which were defined in black at the end of it. Daumartin’s diligence had just started, plunging heavily after those of the T ouchard... ... kept to that vigorous gait. “Shall I harness up, master?” asked Pierrotin’s hostler, when there was nothing more to be seen along the road. “It is a ...

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... was of the sweetest virile Italian beauty. The head was long, like a hawk’s, not too lean, and not sharply ridged from a rapacious beak, but enough t... ...there is a positive vacuum here. It would be difficult to predict the king’s movements save by such weighty indications.” He laid two fingers hard aga... ... the mountaineer, who sounded his voice wide in the keen upper air. “There’s the heart of that fellow!” said Agostino. “He has but one idea —his king!... ...the first three steps from a place of rest reminded me acutely of the king’s five years of hospitality. He has saved me from all fatigue so long, that... ...e. What! are you all gathered about me? Oracles must be moving, too. There’s no rest even for them, when they have got a moun- tain to scale.” A cry, ... ...t from the throats of men surrounding Agostino. Looking up to the mountain’s top, they had perceived the figure of one who stood with folded arms, suf... ... city smoke. “Yes, health!” said Agostino. “Is it health, do you think? It’s the heart of the man! and a heart with a mill-stone about it—a heart to b... ...he motions of a flight toward the underlying purple land. CHAPTER II HE WA S A MAN of middle stature, thin, and even frail, as he stood defined agains... ...fined against the sky; with the complexion of the student, and the student’s aspect. The attentive droop of his shoulders and head, the straining of t...

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... C. D. December, 1843. Stave 1: Marley’s Ghost Marley was dead: to begin with. There is no doubt what ever abou... ...clerk, the undertaker, and the chief mourner. Scrooge signed it. And Scrooge’s name was good upon ‘Change, for anything he chose to put his hand to. O... ... in the simile; and my unhallowed hands shall not disturb it, or the Country’s done for. You will therefore permit me to repeat, emphatically, that M... ... funeral, and solemnised it with an undoubted bargain. The mention of Marley’s funeral brings me back to the point I started from. There is no doubt t... ...e story I am going to relate. If we were not perfectly convinced that Hamlet’s Father died A Christmas Carol: Stave 1 3 before the play began, there ... ...d gentleman rashly turning out after dark in a breezy spot — say Saint Paul’s Churchyard for instance — literally to astonish his son’s weak mind. Sc... ...erally to astonish his son’s weak mind. Scrooge never painted out Old Marley’s name. There it stood, years afterwards, above the warehouse door: Scroo... ...e inquired the way to such and such a place, of Scrooge. Even the blind men’s dogs appeared to know him; and when they saw him coming on, would tug t... ... Nature lived hard by, and was brewing on a large scale. The door of Scrooge’s counting house was open that he might keep his eye upon his clerk, who ...

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...story, was overtaken by a shower of rain as he returned home from a friend’s house, where he had been passing the evening. He therefore crossed, as qu... ...ning several of the company who habitually gathered at Madame de Listomere’s had almost guaranteed to him his nomination to the office of canon (then ... ...Mademoiselle Gamard, no one objected under the Restoration to the old maid’s retaining it, because she took priests to board and was very devout; it m... ...y and his “hoc erat in votis” for a dozen years. To be Mademoiselle Gamard’s boarder and to become a canon were the two great desires of his life; in ... ...led the shelves of the bookcase, till then half empty. Moreover, Chapeloud’s uncle, an old Oratorian, had left him his collection in folio of the Fath... ...g had; it dazzled him. Lastly, about three years before the Abbe Chapeloud’s death, he completed the comfort of his apart- ment by decorating the salo... ...n red Utrecht velvet, it fascinated Birotteau. From the day when the canon’s friend first laid eyes on the red damask curtains, the mahogany furniture... ...ast room, then lately painted, his 8 The Vicar of Tours envy of Chapeloud’s apartment became a monomania hid- den within his breast. T o live there, ... ...at bed with the silk curtains where the canon slept, to have all Chapeloud’s comforts about him, would be, Birotteau felt, complete hap- piness; he sa...

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...een caused by illness. The meeting with M. de Varennes at Avignon, Berwick’s offer of an escort, and the Countess’s dread of the Pyrenees, are all fac... ..., for it also shattered the French transports and interfered with Berwick’ s Spanish campaign. The circumstances of the wreck have been closely follow... ...s adventures with the little boy are wholly imaginary. But the little girl’s conduct is perfectly true. When in the steward’s arms she declared that t... ..., the councils of the tribe, the separation of the captives, and the child’s heroism, is all literally true—the expedient of Victorine’s defence alone... ... time, but his share in the matter is imaginary, as it de- pends on Arthur’s adventures. The account of the Marabout system comes from the Uni- versal... ...ing of the Mountains. The welcome at Algiers and the Te Deum in the Consul’s chapel also are related in the book that serves me for author- ity. It ad... ...above I have by the kindness of friends been enabled to discover Mr. Scott’s authority, namely , a book entitled V oyage pour la Redemption des captif... ...stics were at Algiers at the time of the arrival of Mademoiselle de Bourke’s letter, that they in- terested themselves actively on her behalf, and tha... ...he transla- tion in the Catholic World speaks of Sir Arthur, but Mr. Scott’s ‘M. Arture’ is much more vraisemblable. He prob- ably had either a surnam...

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..., published by John Murray, London, in 1818—the year following Miss Austen’s death. Spelling and punctuation have been largely brought into conformity... ...not less unpropiteous for heroism seemed her mind. She was fond of all boy’s plays, and greatly preferred cricket not merely to dolls, but to the more... ...id. Her mother was three months in teaching her only to repeat the “Beggar’s Petition”; and after all, her next sister, Sally, could say it better tha... ... day which dismissed the music-master was one of the happiest of Catherine’s life. Her taste for drawing was not superior; though whenever she could o... ...the pianoforte, of her own com- position, she could listen to other people’s performance with very little fatigue. Her greatest deficiency was in the ... ... had no notion of drawing—not enough even to attempt a sketch of her lover’s profile, that she might be detected in 7 Jane Austen the design. There s... ...angers of a six weeks’ residence in Bath, it may be stated, for the reader’s more cer- tain information, lest the following pages should otherwise fai... ... sister. It is remarkable, however, that she neither insisted on Catherine’s writing by every post, nor exacted her promise of transmitting the char- ... ...hem to the hero. Nothing more alarming occurred than a fear, on Mrs. Allen’s side, of having once left her clogs behind her at an inn, and that fortun...

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...ment by the lat- est celebrity of their circle, Mr. Pericles, their father’s busi- ness ally and fellow-speculator; Mr. Pericles, the Greek, the man w... ... was a Greek, of Parisian gilding, whose Parisian hat flew off at a moment’s notice, and whose savage snarl was heard at the slightest vexa- tion. His... ...hould escape from a city circle. Having no mother, they ruled their father’s house and him, and were at least commanders of what- soever forces they c... ... it. In advance were Adela and Edward Buxley, who was only a rich alderman’s only son, but had the virtue of an extraordinary power of drawing caricat... ... the wood. Mr. Pericles was ineffably provoking. He had come for gallantry’s sake, and was not to be rallied, and would echo every question in a roar,... ...animent, the strings being faintly touched, but with firm fingers. A woman’s voice: on that could be no dispute. Tell me, what opens heaven more flami... ...reen and gray moss, now stood on the 11 George Meredith poor old creature’s place of habitation, and the moon, slant- ing through the fir-clumps, was... ...night long: but my people at the farm will not keep supper for me, when it’s late, and I shall have to go hungry to bed, if I wait.” “Have you far to ... ... to bed, if I wait.” “Have you far to go?” ventured Adela. “Only to Wilson’s farm; about ten minutes’ walk through the wood,” she answered unhesitatin...

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...hes on the inner eye of genius. He who has never stood pensive by a friend’s side in such an hour of poetic dreaming can hardly understand its inexpre... ...t of an old-fashioned Argand lamp he could make out the most charming girl’s face he had ever seen, one of those heads which are often supposed to be ... ...e unknown belonged, so to say, to the refined and delicate type of Prudhon’s school, but had also the poetic sentiment which Girodet gave to the in- v... ...r. “I need noth- ing further but a hackney cab to take me home. The porter’s wife will go for one.” He tried to repeat his thanks to the two strangers... ... which causes us suffering. The two strangers seemed to forget the painter’s works in the painter’s mishap. When he had reas- sured them as to his con... ... by them. When they reached the floor beneath that occupied by the painter’s studio, the old lady gently observed, “Adelaide, you left the door open.”... ...nd-twenty Hippolyte Schinner, to whom his mother had transmitted her woman’s soul, understood more clearly than ever his position in the world. Anxiou... ...e la Madeleine to call him a coach, Hippolyte Schinner did not ask the man’s wife any questions concerning the two women whose kind- ness of heart had... ... the interests of her policy and the subterra- nean opinions of the porter’s lodge. “Ah,” said she, “they were, no doubt, Mademoiselle Leseigneur and ...

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... a monstre or merveille mighte be!’ —The Frankeleyn’s Tale To Frederic Courtland Penfield last ambassador ofthe United States o... ...f the rescue of certain distressed travellers effected by him in the world’s great storm of theyear 1914. AUTHOR’S NOTE OF THE THREE LONG NOVELS of mi... ...lows. As the characteristic I want most to impress upon these short Author’s Notes prepared for my first Collected Edition is that of absolute frankne... ...ndation to make me feel rich beyond the dreams of avarice—I mean an artist’s avarice which seeks its treasure in the hearts of men and women. No! What... ... through the oily sea. The only other human being then visible on the brig’s deck was the person in charge: a white man of low stature, thick-set, wit... ... in an obstinate tone: “No catch wind—no get way.” “No catch—no catch—that’s all you know about 11 Joseph Conrad it,” growled the red-faced seaman. “... ...his face. “Yes, sir,” he said, bending his ear toward the open- ing. “What’s the matter up there?” asked a deep voice from below. The red-faced man in... ... into the gloom of the cabin. “I thought there was a light air, and—but it’s gone now. Not a breath anywhere under the heavens.” He withdrew his head ... ...“Not an inch, sir, not an inch. We might as well have been at anchor.” “It’s always so,” said the invisible Lingard. His voice changed its tone as he ...

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...ersity. 3 Anthony Trollope The Warden by Anthony Trollope CHAPTER I Hiram’s Hospital The Rev. Septimus Harding was, a few years since, a ben- eficed ... ...of Barchester Cathedral, that office being, as is not usual, in the bishop’s gift. Now there are peculiar circumstances connected with the precentorsh... ...h he died and certain meadows and closes near the town, still called Hiram’s Butts, and Hiram’s Patch, for the support of twelve superannuated wool-ca... ...gement being in stricter conformity with the absolute wording of old Hiram’s will: but this was thought to be inconvenient, and to suit the tastes of ... ... bishop and the corporation of Barchester. Such was the condition of Hiram’s twelve old men when Mr Harding was appointed warden; but if they may be c... ... happy warden was much more so. The patches and butts which, in John Hiram’s time, produced hay or fed cows, were now cov- ered with rows of houses; t... ...erty was farmed by a gentleman in Barchester, who also acted as the bishop’s steward—a man whose father and grandfather had been stewards to the bisho... ... had been stewards to the bishops of Barchester, and farmers of John Hiram’s estate. The Chadwicks had earned a good name in Barchester; they had live... ...many years—records hardly tell how many, probably from the time when Hiram’s wishes had been first fully carried out—the proceeds of the estate had be...

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...ing course of these studies, perhaps you will remember Mistigris, Schinner’s pupil, one of the heroes of “ A Start in Life” (Scenes from Private Life)... ...s, had meddled. The removal of the dam threatened the existence of Gazonal’s manufactory. In 1845, Gazonal considered his cause as wholly lost; the 5... ... like nothing at all, called out when they saw me on the boulevard, ‘There’s our Gazonal!’” The speaker was Bixiou, with whom Leon de Lora had armed h... ..., for I saw my cousin give the waiter thirty sous—the price of a whole day’s work!” During this monstrous breakfast—advisedly so called in view of six... ...ing to end. “My lawsuit,” he said in his Southern accent and rolling his r’s, “is a very simple thing; they want my manufactory. I’ve employed here in... ...give twenty francs every time he opens an eye, and he is always asleep. He’s a slug, who drives in his coach, while I go afoot and he splashes me. I s... ...uties to little scamps every one of whom is bought up by our prefect. That’s my lawsuit! They want my manufactory! Well, they’ll get it! and they must... ...ged glances. “Who is the commissioner who is making the report?” “Ha! that’s still more queer; he’s Master of Petitions, pro- fessor of something or o... ...I have the profoundest contempt.” “Claude Vignon,” said Bixiou. “Yes, that’s his name,” replied Gazonal. “Massol and Vignon—there you have Social Reas...

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...ortunity university. 3 H G Wells The Soul of a Bishop by H. G. Wells “Man’s true Environment is God” J. H. Oldham in “The Christian Gospel” (T ract o... ...ut into a pattern. They were like the little monks who run from St. Jerome’s lion in the picture by Carpaccio. Then one zealot rushed forward and smot... ...eavens, it was as if it were nothing but the beating artery in the sleeper’s ear. The attention strained to hear and comprehend, and on the very verge... ...uted. Rebuked and disputed. “ Answer me this,” he had said…. And still one’s poor brains disputed and would not rest…. About the T rinity…. 5 H G Wel... ...tion from a too-Manichaean dualism at some date after the time of St. John’s Gospel. He maintained obstinately that that Gospel was dualistic. The unp... ...mpossible; now in the cold darkness it seemed sacrilegious. And the bishop’s share, which was indeed only the weak yielding of a tired man to an at- m... ...urmounted by a gilded crown of carved wood. Between the curtains was a man’s face, clean-shaven, pale, with disordered brown hair and weary, pale-blue... ...assock of purple, opening at the side, whose lower flap is called a bishop’s apron; the corner of the frogged coat showed behind the chair-back, and t... .... The immediate trouble arose from his loyalty. He had fol- lowed the King’s example; he had become a total abstainer and, in addition, on his own acc...