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She wrote voluminously, with a fluid rather than a fluent pen. She scandalized her contemporaries by her theories, and by the way in which she applied them in her novels. Her fiction made her, in the history of French literature, second only to Victor Hugo.
He made up his mind to present himself for election to the Academie Francaise, in December, 1839, but withdrew in favour of the candidacy of Victor Hugo, notwithstanding that the latter begged him, in a dignified and gracious message, not to do so.
Madame Victor Hugo, who had been calm until then, could not help interrupting him with some abruptness. "Do your business, sir, and do not argue; you know that every official who lays a hand on a Representative of the People commits an act of treason.
It was only to-day, that, in glancing over the pages of Victor Hugo's greatest work, I chanced upon the following: "Every one will have noticed with what skill a coin let fall upon the ground runs to hide itself, and what art it has in rendering itself invisible; there are thoughts which play us the same trick," etc., etc.
On November 28th, 1843, soon after his return to Paris, a vacancy was left in the Academy by the death of M. Vincent Campenon; and Charles Nodier and Victor Hugo proposed Balzac as a candidate for the empty seat.
Victor started, but had no shadow of suspicion that the young girl before him was the bride elect. His master had once been foolish enough to think of her as such he believed, but that time was passed. Richard had grown more sensible, and Edith was the future wife of Arthur St. Claire.
There was more applause at this, and then Ozma had the jewelled saddle replaced upon the Sawhorse and herself rode the victor back to the city at the head of the grand procession. "I ought to be a fairy," grumbled Jim, as he slowly drew the buggy home; "for to be just an ordinary horse in a fairy country is to be of no account whatever. It's no place for us, Zeb."
They ousted the Pope, but Fate compromised with Destiny, and Victor Emmanuel, a republican monarchist from Sicily, was made king in name, but with a safety-brake in way of a ministry that could annul his edicts. And so Mazzini and Garibaldi, each individually a failure, won although success came not in the way they expected, nor was it their heart's desire.
"I am not so sure of that," he said, half sullenly under his breath; "and a postponed marriage is the most unlucky thing in the world." "I don't believe in luck; I do in common-sense," his aunt retorted, rather sharply. "You are like a spoiled child, Victor, crying for the moon. It is Edith's own request, if you will have it this postponement. And Edith is right.
"He was engaged the other Sir Victor, I mean to his cousin, a Miss Inez Catheron pretty name, isn't it? and, it seems, was afraid of her. She was a brunette, dark and fierce, with black eyes and a temper to match." A bow of acknowledgment from Miss Darrell. "As it turned out, he had good reason to be afraid of her.
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