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Updated: June 9, 2025
It was difficult to begin, then difficult to control the flood of memory; and it had long been dark when Madame Bornier, coming in to light the lamp and make up the fire, disturbed an intimate and searching conversation, which had revealed the two natures to each other with an agitating fulness.
"Julie! you must have a holiday!" cried the Duchess, presently, as they sat down to rest. Julie replied that she, Madame Bornier, and the child were going to Bruges for a week. "Oh, but that won't be comfortable enough! I'm sure I could arrange something. Think of all our tiresome houses eating their heads off!" Julie firmly refused.
I understood, and declared firmly to Bornier that if this scene were cut out I should refuse the part. Then Bornier seized both my hands, which he kissed ardently, and running up to Augier he exclaimed, with comic emphasis: "But I cannot cut it out I cannot cut it out! She will not play! And the day after to-morrow the play is to be performed."
Julie went up to her, not angrily, but rather with a pleading humility. The two women held a rapid colloquy in low tones Madame Bornier remonstrating, Julie softly getting her way. Then Madame Bornier returned to her work, and Julie went to the drawing-room. Warkworth sprang up as she entered. Both paused and wavered. Then he went up to her, and roughly, irresistibly, drew her into his arms.
Happily, I find in these thousands of lines fine and noble words words written by J.J. Weiss, Zola, Emile de Girardin, Jules Valles, Jules Lemaitre, &c.; and beautiful verses full of grace and justice, signed Victor Hugo, Francois Coppee, Richepin, Haraucourt, Henri de Bornier, Catulle Mendes, Parodi, and later Edmond Rostand.
HENRI DE BORNIER de l'Academie Francaise. Before the history of any life can be written, that life must be lived; so that it is not my life that I am now writing. Attacked in early youth by an abominable moral malady, I here narrate what happened to me during the space of three years.
Jacob had understood that Madame Bornier and the little girl had gone straight to Bruges. The Duchess looked down and then looked up. "Did did you come across Major Warkworth?" "Yes, I saw him for a moment in the Rue de la Paix, He was starting for Rome." The Duchess turned away as though ashamed of her question, and gave her orders for the carriage.
I had never seen Rachel, but I worshipped her talent, for I had surrounded myself with her most devoted admirers, and they little thought of comparing me with their idol. A few days after this performance of Phedre the new piece of Bornier was read to us La Fille de Roland.
Julie, why shouldn't we spend our last two days there together away from all the world, before we say good-bye? You've been afraid here of prying people of the Duchess even of Madame Bornier how she scowls at me sometimes! Why shouldn't we sweep all that away and be happy! Nobody should ever nobody could ever know." His voice dropped, became still more hurried and soft.
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