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The following paragraphs recently appeared in the papers: "Boulogne-Sur-Mer, January 22.--Our correspondent writes: "A fearful accident has thrown our sea-faring population, whichhas suffered so much in the last two years, into the greatestconsternation. The fishing smack commanded by Captain Javel, onentering the harbor was wrecked on the rocks of ... more>>
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"Come with me," said my friend Boisrene, "you will see some veryinteresting bric-a-brac and works of art there." He conducted me to the first floor of an elegant house in one ofthe big streets of Paris. We were welcomed by a very pleasing man,with excellent manners, who led us from room to room, showing usrare things, the price of which he mentione ... more>>
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He had seen better days, despite his present misery andinfirmities. At the age of fifteen both his legs had been crushed by acarriage on the Varville highway. From that time forth he begged,dragging himself along the roads and through the farmyards,supported by crutches which forced his shoulders up to his ears.His head looked as if it were squeeze ... more>>
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Dr. Bonnet, my old friend--one sometimes has friends older thanone's self--had often invited me to spend some time with him atRiom, and, as I did not know Auvergne, I made up my mind to visithim in the summer of 1876. I arrived by the morning train, and the first person I saw onthe platform was the doctor. He was dressed in a gray suit, andwore a s ... more>>
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Father Boitelle (Antoine) made a specialty of undertaking dirtyjobs all through the countryside. Whenever there was a ditch or acesspool to be cleaned out, a dunghill removed, a sewer cleansed,or any dirt hole whatever, he way always employed to do it. He would come with the instruments of his trade, his sabotscovered with dirt, and set to work, co ... more>>
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Lemonnier had remained a widower with one child. He had lovedhis wife devotedly, with a tender and exalted love, without a slip,during their entire married life. He was a good, honest man,perfectly simple, sincere, without suspicion or malice. He fell in love with a poor neighbor, proposed and was accepted.He was making a very comfortable living ou ... more>>
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"Well doctor, a little brandy?" "With pleasure." The old ship's surgeon, holding out his glass, watched it as itslowly filled with the golden liquid. Then, holding it in front ofhis eyes, he let the light from the lamp stream through it, smelledit, tasted a few drops and smacked his lips with relish. Then hesaid: "Ah! the charming poison! Or rather ... more>>
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How strange those old recollections are which haunt us, withoutour being able to get rid of them. This one is so very old that I cannot understand how it hasclung so vividly and tenaciously to my memory. Since then I haveseen so many sinister things, which were either affecting orterrible, that I am astonished at not being able to pass a singleday ... more>>
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Throughout the whole countryside the Lucas farn, was known as"the Manor." No one knew why. The peasants doubtless attached tothis word, "Manor," a meaning of wealth and of splendor, for thisfarm was undoubtedly the largest, richest and the best managed inthe whole neighborhood. The immense court, surrounded by five rows of magnificent trees,which s ... more>>
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In society he was called "Handsome Signoles." His name wasVicomte Gontran-Joseph de Signoles. An orphan, and possessed of an ample fortune, he cut quite adash, as it is called. He had an attractive appearance and manner,could talk well, had a certain inborn elegance, an air of pride andnobility, a good mustache, and a tender eye, that always findsf ... more>>
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Last Monday an Indian prince died at Etretat, Bapu SahibKhanderao Ghatay, a relation of His Highness, the MaharajahGaikwar, prince of Baroda, in the province of Guzerat, Presidencyof Bombay. For about three weeks there had been seen walking in the streetsabout ten young East Indians, small, lithe, with dark skins,dressed all in gray and wearing on ... more>>
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The following adventure happened to me about 1882. I had justtaken the train and settled down in a corner, hoping that I shouldbe left alone, when the door suddenly opened again and I heard avoice say: "Take care, monsieur, we are just at a crossing; thestep is very high." Another voice answered: "That's all right, Laurent, I have afirm hold on the ... more>>
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To Leon Chapron. Marambot opened the letter which his servant Denis gave him andsmiled. For twenty years Denis has been a servant in this house. He wasa short, stout, jovial man, who was known throughout thecountryside as a model servant. He asked: "Is monsieur pleased? Has monsieur received good news?" M. Marambot was not rich. He was an old villa ... more>>
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The peasant and the doctor stood on opposite sides of the bed,beside the old, dying woman. She was calm and resigned and her mindquite clear as she looked at them and listened to theirconversation. She was going to die, and she did not rebel at it,for her time was come, as she was ninety-two. The July sun streamed in at the window and the open door ... more>>
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The steamer was crowded with people and the crossing promised tobe good. I was going from Havre to Trouville. The ropes were thrown off, the whistle blew for the last time,the whole boat started to tremble, and the great wheels began torevolve, slowly at first, and then with ever-increasingrapidity. We were gliding along the pier, black with people ... more>>
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