Jwarlal: 262 books

Et vous n'avez pas quitté de la soirée le jeune Édouard de Bonnivet!... Vos sourcils se froncent. Vos prunelles s'assombrissent. Vous prenez votre air «gratin», comme dit votre cousine Madeleine. Je vous entends m'interpeller: «Savez-vous bien à qui vous parlez, mon pauvre Monfrey?...» Ai-je...

Extrait de ce bon classique populaire de Henry Murger : C'était sous le dernier règne. Au sortir du bal de l'opéra, dans un salon du café de Foy, venaient d'entrer quatre jeunes gens accompagnés de quatre femmes vêtues de magnifiques dominos. Les hommes portaient de ces noms qui, prononcés...

Dans un coin,--chez Michéli,--en fouillant, peut-être êtes-vous tombé sur des mauves enroulées? Ce devait être un plat, la guirlande devait courir tout autour; mais ce n'est qu'un morceau, et les derniers bouquets appellent vainement ceux qui devaient suivre. Un tesson, rien qu'un tesson; mais...

Extrait du livre : Ce ne fut pas long. A peine avaient-ils jeté leurs lignes dans cette eau tranquille et froide, ils le relevèrent avec des poissons lourds, d'un gris luisant d'acier. Et toujours, et toujours, les morues vives se faisaient prendre; c'était rapide et incessant, cette...

Je ne crains pas d'affirmer que, philosophe et chrétien, M. l'abbé Coignard unit dans un mélange incomparable l'épicurisme qui nous garde de la douleur et la simplicité sainte qui nous mène à la joie. Il est remarquable que non seulement il accepta l'idée de Dieu telle qu'elle lui était...

This book is among the best-selling popular classics "bestseller". Here is an extract of this book : The wind, rising again as the sun went down, mourned lonesomely at the northwest corner of the cabin, as if it felt the desolateness of the barren, icy hills and the black hollows...

This book is among the best-selling popular classics "bestseller". Here is an extract of this book : The joke was on Mark Tidd! All four of us, Mark, Plunk Smalley, Binney Jenks, and Tallow Martin, which is me, stood and looked at the big, ramshackle summer hotel and then looked...

Lizzie, who happened to be the Salisbury's one servant at the time, was wasteful. It was almost her only fault, in Mrs. Salisbury's eyes, for such trifles as her habit of becoming excited and "saucy," in moments of domestic stress, or to ask boldly for other holidays than her alternate Sunday...

to stay.” “Well, let ’em flare, says I. ’Taint none o’ aour business, Alviry.” “I knaow, Milton; but still it seems to me she might wait at least till th’ corpse was aout o’ th’ haouse.” “What’s thet got to dew with it?” The callousness of the...

The curtain rises on the BARTHWICK'S dining-room, large, modern, and well furnished; the window curtains drawn. Electric light is burning. On the large round dining-table is set out a tray with whisky, a syphon, and a silver cigarette-box. It is past midnight. A fumbling is heard outside the door....

This book is among the best-selling popular classics "bestseller". Here is an extract of this book : The maple-bordered street was as still as a country Sunday; so quiet that there seemed an echo to my footsteps. It was four o'clock in the morning; clear October moonlight misted through...

There was a little of that sheet-lightning early in the evening, which betokens sultry weather. The clouds, column after column, came up sullenly over the Dublin mountains, rolling themselves from one horizon to the other into one black dome of vapour, their slow but steady motion contrasting with...

Mr. Marston's fortune, never very large, had been shattered by early dissipation. Naturally of a proud and somewhat exacting temper, he actively felt the mortifying consequences of his poverty. The want of what he felt ought to have been his position and influence in the county in which he resided,...

As I looked through the chaise-windows, every moment presented some group, or outline, or homely object, for years forgotten; and now, with a strange surprise how vividly remembered and how affectionately greeted! We drove by the small old house at the left, with its double gable and pretty grass...