"HULLO There is that old Box-coat again " This exclamation was made by a lawyer's clerk of the class called in French offices a gutter-jumper-a messenger in fact-who at this moment was eating a piece of dry bread with a hearty appetite. He pulled off a morsel of crumb to make into a bullet, and fired it gleefully through the open pane of the window against which he was leaning. The pellet, well aimed, rebounded almost as high as the window, after hitting the hat of a stranger who was crossing the courtyard of a house in the Rue Vivienne, where dwelt Maitre Derville, attorney-at-law.
"HULLO There is that old Box-coat again " This exclamation was made by a lawyer's clerk of the class called in French offices a gutter-jumper-a messe...
Half-way down the Rue Saint-Denis, almost at the corner of the Rue du Petit-Lion, there stood formerly one of those delightful houses which enable historians to reconstruct old Paris by analogy. The threatening walls of this tumbledown abode seemed to have been decorated with hieroglyphics. For what other name could the passer-by give to the Xs and Vs which the horizontal or diagonal timbers traced on the front, outlined by little parallel cracks in the plaster? It was evident that every beam quivered in its mortices at the passing of the lightest vehicle. This venerable structure was crowned...
Half-way down the Rue Saint-Denis, almost at the corner of the Rue du Petit-Lion, there stood formerly one of those delightful houses which enable his...
" ...]villa, with a garden in front, a balcony behind, very white walls and green shutters. From outside the place looked perfectly ordinary, one would never have believed that it was the home of a hero, but when one went inside, well... My goodness The whole establishment had an heroic air, even the garden Ah... The Garden... there was not another like it in Europe. Not one indigenous tree grew there, not one French flower; nothing but exotic plants, gum trees, calabashes, cotton trees, coconut palms, mangos, bananas, cactuses, figs and a baobab. One might have thought oneself in the...
" ...]villa, with a garden in front, a balcony behind, very white walls and green shutters. From outside the place looked perfectly ordinary, one woul...
"Ah madame," replied the doctor, "I have some appalling stories in my collection. But each one has its proper hour in a conversation-you know the pretty jest recorded by Chamfort, and said to the Duc de Fronsac: 'Between your sally and the present moment lie ten bottles of champagne.'" "But it is two in the morning, and the story of Rosina has prepared us," said the mistress of the house. "Tell us, Monsieur Bianchon " was the cry on every side. The obliging doctor bowed, and silence reigned. "At about a hundred paces from Vendome, on the banks of the Loir," said he, "stands an old brown...
"Ah madame," replied the doctor, "I have some appalling stories in my collection. But each one has its proper hour in a conversation-you know the pre...
Nos cuenta la tragica historia de Marianela, una chica pobre y fea, y de Pablo, un ciego de nacimiento que esta enamorado de ella. La accion transcurre entre Socartes, pueblo minero, y Aldeacorba, zona agricola, donde vive don Francisco Penaguilas con su hijo Pablo. La vida ha sido generosa con el senor de Penaguilas, pero todo su bienestar se halla ensombrecido por la ceguera de su hijo. Pablo es feliz al lado de su lazarillo, una muchacha que todos llaman la "Nela"; con ella pasea, habla y se deleita. Nela, por su parte, pobre huerfana que vive con la familia del capataz de las minas,...
Nos cuenta la tragica historia de Marianela, una chica pobre y fea, y de Pablo, un ciego de nacimiento que esta enamorado de ella. La accion transcurr...
