Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: June 20, 2025
"That island formerly belonged to the Richeport estate," said Mad. de Meilhan; "so did those large meadows you see down below; the height of my ambition is to buy them back, but to do this Edgar must marry an heiress." This word troubled me, and Mad. de Meilhan seemed annoyed.
"Yes, yes," she cried again, "jealous as a Mussulman." and then she began to laugh again. "Why," I again asked, "if you did not love him, did you stay at Richeport two or three days after I left?" "Because I expected you to return," she replied, laying aside her childish gayety and becoming grave and serious. I told her of my love. I was sincere, and therefore should have been eloquent.
You only worshipped your idle fancies, and, had I loved you then," she continued, "I should have been forced to be jealous of this little lamp." I told her what inexorable necessity compelled me to leave Richeport and her.
I lived three miles from the parish where I was married.... It could not have been he ... and yet I fear that man.... I remember with what bitterness and spite he spoke to me of Raymond, in a letter, filled with unjust reproaches, that he wrote me three days after my departure from Richeport.
She has something glistening in her hand ... it is ... a ... would you believe it? a travelling-bag covered with steel beads!... she intends taking it to the theatre!... do my eyes deceive me? can she be filling it with oranges to carry with her?... she dare not disgrace us by eating oranges. EDGAR DE MEILHAN to the PRINCE DE MONBERT, Saint Dominique Street, Paris. RICHEPORT, June 3d, 18
You may judge from that the disordered state of my faculties and my complete moral prostration. At last, ashamed of abusing Alfred's hospitality in such a manner, and feeling incapable of being anything else than irritable, cross-grained and intractable, I returned to Richeport, to be as gloomy and disagreeable as I pleased.
Paler and more tremulous than the silvery foliage of the willows on the river shore, I questioned him and learned that Madame Guérin was still at Richeport. I went away with death in my heart; in the evening I reach Paris.
Is she alone at Rouen? And if misfortune does not mislead me by these certain traces, is there anything in reserve for me worse than losing her? Oh! if such be the case, then is the time to pray God for strength to repeat the other two verses of the poet: "Col mio rival istesso, Posso di te parlar!" Farewell, for a short time, dear Edgar. I fly to fathom this mystery. RICHEPORT, July 6th, 18 .
Your unhappy friend, ROGER DE MONBERT. EDGAR DE MEILHAN to the PRINCE DE MONBERT, St. Richeport, May 26th 18 . Dear Roger: You have understood me. I did not wish to annoy you with hackneyed condolences or sing with you an elegiac duet; but I have not the less sympathized with your sorrows; I have even evolved a system out of them.
Ah! mother! my mother! why am I left to struggle all alone in this unfeeling world! EDGAR DE MEILHAN to the PRINCE DE MONBERT, Saint Dominique Street, Paris. RICHEPORT, June 8th 18 . She is here! Sound the trumpets, beat the drums! The same day that you found Irene, I recovered Louise!
Word Of The Day
Others Looking