# ent

id: 44091
type: WORK_OF_ART
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  ''On the seventh day of the month before you came--and by the same token it was on the seventh day of the month


# bib

id: 14233
title: Over Strand and Field: A Record of Travel through Brittany
author: Flaubert, Gustave
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  thrown at its feet like a mass of pebbles at the foot of a rock, looks like an imposing fortress, with its large towers pierced by long, narrow which covers the grey stones and sways in the wind, like an immense Presently, a long, balmy breeze swept over us like a sigh, and the trees The open sky, the growing grass, the passing wind. After passing over large pieces of rock that have been placed in the sea stone, it looks like one of those hollowed rocks which contain salt little, it separated and spread like the hair of a woman. and the pools of water coloured by the setting sun looked like immense clogged wheel, you follow the wall by stepping on large stones placed in sea-weed dot the beach and look like black spots on its light surface. After following a long wall, we entered through an old door into a


id: 2023
title: Malvina of Brittany
author: Jerome, Jerome K. (Jerome Klapka)
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  "That is twice you have kissed me," said Malvina--and a curious little "I think," said the Professor with a sudden inspiration as they passed "It''s no mortal woman ye''ve brought into the house," said Mrs. Muldoon. "She''s got a kind face," admitted Mrs. Muldoon, "and a pleasant way "And mind," whispered the Professor as he opened the door for Mrs. Muldoon to slip out, "not a word. "They want to know," said Mrs. Muldoon, "if the Fairy''s in." The lady sat down beside her and took Mrs. Arlington''s hands in both her Mrs. Tupp remembers admitting a young lady to the house on the morning "This young lady," explained Abner Herrick, "is Miss Ann Kavanagh, "So you have come back to the old house," said Matthew. "Said you''d taken your time about it," retorted Ann. Matthew looked up with an injured expression.


id: 34939
title: The Secret of Sarek
author: Leblanc, Maurice
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  "You married a man called Vorski, who said he was a Pole?" When the Breton woman returned, half an hour later, she saw Véronique "Because," said Véronique, in a husky voice, "because the dead man, the "Have done with dreams, Madame Véronique," said Honorine. "Look, Madame Véronique, past that big one right in our way there, you Véronique heard that horrible, infernal laugh, so like Vorski''s laugh; beginning to suffer left Véronique little power of thought. "Tell me your story, you dear old All''s Well," said Véronique, next little wicket opens in the middle of my door and a woman''s hand comes "Yes, All''s Well, old man," said François, "you may sit up as much and "François is a very long time," said Véronique, presently. "Yes, it''s François," said Véronique, catching her breath with joy and "This is the entrance leading to the God-Stone," said Vorski, solemnly.


id: 40699
title: A Childhood in Brittany Eighty Years Ago
author: Sedgwick, Anne Douglas
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  At other times my father played strange, melancholy old Breton tunes one day when her little boy, after gazing intently at her, said, [Illustration: "_Bonne maman_ was devoted to my father"] the bed, but _bonne maman_ said: "No; let her stay. occurred in _bonne maman''s_ room, they were between my father and I remember coming in from the garden one day with a little basket full next morning I was told that I had a little sister, old Gertrude, in look like an angry little monkey!" But _bonne maman_ reminded me in a I remember that on this day _bonne maman_ had left her puce-color and troublesome, for I remember that _maman_ promised me a little the house of dear Tante Rose, my father''s eldest sister. were poor gardeners, and the little _bonne_ who came in by the day to that I was to go in the _coupé_ with _maman_, papa, and little


id: 44091
title: Green Fire: A Romance
author: Sharp, William
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  of men; and whenever Alan turned the longing of his eyes upon Ynys he Sometimes Alan asked the old man if he cared to see the Isles again. these would have been Alan de Kerival, and Ynys the Dark, and Annaik For a time Ynys would have no talk of Kerival; Alan was to tell all Alan looked at Ynys with startled eyes. This was the day when Alan and Ynys walked among the green alleys of this, she wondered; she, who was but Ynys, while Alan was a man whom his eyes Ynys saw that the strange look of pain which had alarmed her For a time, thereafter, Alan and Ynys walked slowly onward, hand in "Do you know what Yann says, Alan?" Ynys asked in a low voice, after In that time Alan and Ynys came to know and love their strangely and Ynys had come to Rona, was upon Alan Carmichael.


id: 42954
title: Brittany
author: Menpes, Dorothy
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  neat little figures these women, with their short dark-blue or red descend a flight of stone steps between two high walls, green and dark sun, is busy drying her day''s washing, and a little girl is driving All Bretons love the sun; they are like little children in their western door--meek-faced little people in black pinafores and shiny clean market-day blue linen blouses kneeling on the stone floor, hats on a market-day such as this in an old-world Breton town. one sees fine old archways of gray stone, ancient and lofty--relics of day long she worked steadily in the open place, wielding an immensely white-winged caps, sit all day long sewing broad bands of velvet the convent door that morning, feeling like a little child come home slovenly yellow-faced wife (women in the wilds of Brittany grow old This little town, with its high gray walls, is very important.


id: 46178
title: Flower of the Gorse
author: Tracy, Louis
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  "Never mind, _chère maman_," said the girl, taking her father''s place, we''re headin'' for,--Pont Aven is the name, isn''t it?--on''y poor Mrs. Carmac wouldn''t hear of it. "It didn''t take you long, Sir, for all that, to jump in after Mrs. Carmac," said Popple. "Mademoiselle Yvonne is at the Hotel Julia," said Mère Pitou. "I am not an admirer of Mr. Raymond," said Mrs. Carmac to Yvonne. "Yvonne," said Ingersoll, breaking a long silence, "why is Mrs. Carmac Popple and Mr. Raymond, Mr. Carmac''s secretary, the man whose arm was "Meaning Lorry," said Yvonne, without hesitation. "Mr. Raymond has arranged everything," said Mrs. Carmac. Yvonne did not reply; and in her heart Mrs. Carmac knew why. arrival of the first train from Pont Aven?" said Yvonne as a last "You may leave the mission in my hands, Miss Yvonne," said Raymond "Mrs. Carmac is Yvonne''s mother. "Come, Yvonne," he said.


