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Marsay, Henri de The Duchesse of Langeais The Girl with the Golden Eyes The Unconscious Humorists Another Study of Woman The Lily of the Valley Father Goriot Jealousies of a Country Town Ursule Mirouet A Marriage Settlement Lost Illusions A Distinguished Provincial at Paris Letters of Two Brides The Ball at Sceaux Modeste Mignon The Secrets of a Princess The Gondreville Mystery A Daughter of Eve
With regard to Ursule, a poor, puny, wan little creature, she was handled with equal roughness by both the boys. Indeed, until they were fifteen or sixteen, the three children fraternally beat each other without understanding their vague, mutual hatred, without realising how foreign they were to one another.
His despondency did not abate his powers of work, as from April to December he published "Z. Marcas," "Un Prince de la Boheme," and "Pierre Grassou"; while in 1841, among other masterpieces, appeared "La Fausse Maitresse," "Une Tenebreuse Affaire," "Un Menage de Garcon," "Ursule Mirouet," and "Les Memoires de deux Jeunes Mariees."
"Well, what is it, ma petite?" she added, coming back to the bedside. "What what was it Soeur Ursule was saying to you just now?" asks Madelon. "Just now!" cried Soeur Lucie, taken aback; "why, I thought you were asleep." "No, I was not asleep," Madelon answered, "I only had my eyes shut." "But that is very naughty, mon enfant, to pretend to be asleep when you are awake."
In a half-hour she came slowly down the stairs, untwisting a long string of her mother's abandoned pearls, great pear-shaped things full of the pale lustre of gibbous moons. She wore a dress of white samarcand, with a lavish ornament like threads and purfiles of gold upon the bodice, and Ursule followed with a cloak.
Be false to the most imperious souvenirs, to all those solemn vows to himself, to the most sacred duty, to the most venerated text! Should he ignore his father's testament, or allow the perpetration of a crime! On the one hand, it seemed to him that he heard "his Ursule" supplicating for her father and on the other, the colonel commending Thenardier to his care. He felt that he was going mad.
You were a soiled and naughty little beauty, not so different from your present self, and who kissed me on the lips." "And did you refuse to take the kiss?" He laughed. "You were a child then," he said. "And I was not" "Was not?" Here the boat swung round at her moorings, and the shock prevented Mr. Raleigh's finishing his sentence. "Ursule is with us, or on the other one?" she asked. "With us."
There was a half-hour of breathless watch ere the steam-tugs were alongside. Already the place was full of fervid torment, and they had climbed upon every point to leave below the stings of the blistering deck. None waited on the order of their going, but thronged and sprang precipitately. Ursule was at once deposited in safety.
The great novelist loved the valley of the Loing almost as fondly as his native Touraine; and if these pastoral scenes did not inspire a chef d'oeuvre, they have thereby immensely gained in interest. "Ursule Mirouet," of which I shall have more to say further on, is not to be compared to such masterpieces as "Eugenie Grandet."
"Contraband?" said Mr. Raleigh. "And sweet as stolen fruit," said Marguerite. "Ursule makes the richest comfits, but not so innumerable as these. Mamma and I owe our sweet-tooth and honey-lip to bits of her concoction." "Mrs. Purcell," asked Mr. Raleigh, as that lady entered, "is this little banquet no seduction to you?" "What are you doing?" she replied. "Drinking honey-dew from acorns."
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