Jack, Volume 1

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Little, Brown, 1900 - French literature

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Page 103 - DE L'ENFANT A SON RÉVEIL O père qu'adore mon père ! Toi qu'on ne nomme qu'à genoux! Toi, dont le nom terrible et doux Fait courber le front de ma mère! On dit que ce brillant soleil N'est qu'un jouet de ta puissance; Que sous tes pieds il se balance Comme une lampe de vermeil. On dit que c'est toi qui fais naître Les petits oiseaux dans les champs, Et qui...
Page 297 - asked Jack. " There, that island in front of us." In the silvery mist which enveloped the island, Jack saw confusedly lines of great poplars and tall chimneys, whence issued a thick filthy smoke, spreading over all, blackening even the sky above it. At the same time, he heard a clamorous and resounding din, hammers falling on wrought and sheet iron, dull sounds, ringing sounds, variously re-echoed by the sonority of the water ; and over everything, a continuous and perpetual droning, as if the island...
Page 300 - ... brought hither to be melted down, rusty outside, all black within and almost smoking still, venerable masters of fire about to perish by fire. Roudic, as they passed along, pointed out the various quarters of the establishment: "This is the setting-up room, these the workshops of the great lathe and little lathe, the braziery, the forges, the foundry." He had to shout, so deafening was the noise. Jack half dazed, looked with surprise through the workshop doors, nearly all open on account of the...
Page 305 - Every one wished to see him, for one of the legends of the workshops was this supposed fortune of the quondam blacksmith, and since his departure more than one young fellow-worker had searched to the very bottom of his larynx, to try if the famous note, the note worth millions, were not by some happy chance to be found there. In the...
Page 284 - ... said Charlotte, who at once conjured up the vision of her little Jack dressed for the procession of the Fete-Dieu as the child Jesus, armed with a little plane. " Don't be taken in by such balderdash, Madame, " said the exasperated doctor. " To make a workman of your son is to separate him from you forever. If you were to send him to the other end of the world, he could not be further from your mind, from your heart; for you would have, in this case, means of drawing together again, whereas social...
Page 251 - ... their heads only the empty rim of its frame. In the same fashion, on the right of the little yard planted with trees, an attempt had been made at a pavilion, but it never had gone beyond the ground-floor, where door and windows were indicated by some square holes. These poor people's " misfortune " had come to them just about the time they started upon repairs, and haunted by a superstition those who love can easily understand, they had abandoned the work so suddenly interrupted.
Page xxv - Come, come, you must," she says ; " really such women as you ought never to have children." Then she stands in her son's presence, calls him by name. There is an indistinct murmur, a little plaintive hissing sound, and then a deep sigh.
Page 98 - Credo." Vicomte ! He was a Vicomte ! Her happiness was complete ! She turned towards him timidly, coloring like a young girl. " Continue, monsieur, I entreat." But d'Argenton declined to continue. The arrival of the Countess had interrupted the finest, surest effect of his poem, and such a thing is unpardonable ! He bowed with cold and ironic politeness, saying:
Page 184 - Even the light sound of his own footsteps frightens him, and at times he gives a startled glance behind him. The pale light of Paris still glimmers upon the horizon. In the distance is heard the rattling of wheels, the tinkling of bells. The child thinks that he will wait, but nothing passes, and that invisible wagon whose wheels seem to turn on so laboriously, is lost in a distant point of the horizon, then returns, stops, and finally starts again upon the capricious windings of some steep road,...
Page 67 - Kdrika was terrible at times, she was always gentle to her little Madou, and gave him amber and coral necklaces, and silken loin-cloths embroidered in gold, and heaps of shells, which are money in that country. She had even given him a little rifle made of gilded bronze, which the Queen of England had sent her, but which she found too light for her own use...

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