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  "The Errors of Voltaire, for the Use of the Young," &c. Madame Bovary''s mind was not yet sufficiently clear to apply herself seriously to anything; moreover, she began this reading in too much hurry.


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id: 27575
title: Madame Bovary: A Tale of Provincial Life, Vol. 1 (of 2)
author: Flaubert, Gustave
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  "My c-a-p," timidly said the "new fellow," casting troubled looks round When we went for walks he talked to the servant who, like himself, came For a long time Madame Bovary had been on the look-out for his Emma''s face always rose before his eyes, and a monotone, like the drawing-room, Emma saw standing round the table men with grave faces, Emma''s eyes turned involuntarily to this old man with hanging lips, as "If you were like me," said Charles, "constantly obliged to be in the One day Emma was suddenly seized with the desire to see her little girl, "Monsieur Léon," he said, "went to his room early." "Look, dear!" said Emma, in a calm voice, "the little one fell down Madame Bovary again took Rodolphe''s arm; he went on as if speaking to "Come, now, Emma," he said, "it is time." turning away her head, Emma said in a broken voice--


id: 2084
title: The Way of All Flesh
author: Butler, Samuel
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  Theobald knew his father well enough to be little likely to misapprehend The interview, like all other good things had to come to an end; the days When Ernest was in his second year, Theobald, as I have already said, "And then, you know," said Ernest to me, when I asked him not long since Miss Pontifex soon found out that Ernest did not like games, but she saw and as I have said already, if they had thought it likely that Ernest "So I feared," said Theobald, "and now, Ernest, be good enough to ring "Ernest," said Theobald, "leave the room." worked in this way: "Now, I know Ernest has told this boy what a Ernest had got the boy to come to Battersby he wanted him to enjoy his Ernest imprudently went further and said "Don''t you like poor people very she said, rather like a visit, but she did not think Ernest would stand


id: 2775
title: The Good Soldier
author: Ford, Ford Madox
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  well be with Edward Ashburnham, with Leonora his wife and with poor dear that time Edward and Leonora never spoke a word to each other in Florence''s death because the poor dear old fellow had left a good many of letters and things, went on blackmailing poor Edward to the tune of deal of Leonora''s mismanagement of poor dear Edward''s case to the You will remember I said that Edward Ashburnham and the girl Edward and Leonora really regarded the girl as their daughter. You are to understand that Leonora loved Edward with a passion that was Edward and Leonora became man and wife. saw it, if Edward could be got to like having a good time now and then, Leonora''s point of view with regard to Florence; Edward''s, of course, I "If you think," Leonora said, "that I do not know that you are in love


id: 4734
title: The Grim Smile of the Five Towns
author: Bennett, Arnold
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  ''I think it will be better for him to walk, Horace dear,'' said Mrs friendly face as it passed Horace in the street said, without words, ''Yes,'' said Horace; ''and I start the day after tomorrow.'' ''Yes, it''s dreadful having our face washed, isn''t it?'' said Mrs bath-time,'' said Mrs Blackshaw still coldly. ''I think you''ve upset him, dearest,'' said Mrs Blackshaw even more ''I think you had better go,'' said Mrs Blackshaw, adding no term of room, gave the candle to Robert, pushed him in, said ''Good night,'' and ''You must tell me about that,'' said Stephen, and added, ''some time ''_I_ know what Mr Loring would like,'' said Mrs Brindley, jumping up. obituary notice,'' said Mr Brindley, coming back into the drawing-room. ''It''s closing-time for the reading room,'' said Mr Brindley. ''By the way,'' said Mr Brindley, ''you used to know Simon Fuge, didn''t


id: 3817
title: To Let
author: Galsworthy, John
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  Soames took steps and came on what looked to him like a Soames saw him glancing round, and Fleur looking after them as the Soames moved into the doorway, and, waiting for Timothy to turn, said "I only want to know if it''s the one I made," said Soames; "you take a Val--it''s old as the hills, of course, Fleur need know nothing about "You''re my only comfort," said Soames suddenly, "and you go on like The way he spoke those words affected Fleur, but she thought of Jon, "Look!" said June impulsively, "next time you''re in London, come and "This is Fleur Forsyte, Jolyon; Jon brought her down to see the house. "Yes," said Soames stubbornly; "Fleur. "But," said Jon eagerly, "I can''t see how they can feel like that after "Father," said Jon slowly, "Fleur and I are engaged." "Say it concerns Mr. Jon," said Soames.


id: 2992
title: The Middle-Class Gentleman
author: Molière
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  SCENE II (Monsieur Jourdain, Two Lackeys, Music Master, Dancing MONSIEUR JOURDAIN: Yes. MUSIC MASTER: I have already told you that this is a little attempt MUSIC MASTER: Yes. MONSIEUR JOURDAIN: I find it well-done, and there are some pretty MUSIC MASTER: Yes, Sir. MONSIEUR JOURDAIN: Then I''ll have them. FENCING MASTER: (After giving a foil to Monsieur Jourdain) Come, MONSIEUR JOURDAIN: Yes. FENCING MASTER: And thus you have seen how men like me should be SCENE IV (Philosophy Master, Monsieur Jourdain) PHILOSOPHY MASTER: Yes. MONSIEUR JOURDAIN: What does it say, this morality? PHILOSOPHY MASTER: Yes, Sir. MONSIEUR JOURDAIN: By my faith! MASTER TAILOR: Yes, Sir. MONSIEUR JOURDAIN: Oh! LACKEYS: Yes, Sir. MONSIEUR JOURDAIN: Call Nicole for me, so I can give her some SCENE XI (Madame Jourdain, Cleonte, Lucile, Covielle, Nicole) DORANTE: You see, Madame, that Monsieur Jourdain is not one of SCENE IV (Cleonte, Covielle, Monsieur Jourdain, etc.)


id: 7279
title: The Shopkeeper Turned Gentleman
author: Molière
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  SCENE I.--MUSIC MASTER, DANCING MASTER, THREE SINGERS, TWO VIOLIN be dressed to-day like a man of rank, and my tailor sent me a pair of My tailor told me that people of quality are dressed like JOURDAIN, MUSIC MASTER, DANCING MASTER, A SERVANT. Take care, my little dancing master, or I shall make you Let me tell you, my good wife, that no one but a fool will Cléonte loves her; he is a man after my own heart, and I wish to help SCENE X.--LUCILE, CLÉONTE, COVIELLE, NICOLE. JOURDAIN, LUCILE, CLÉONTE, NICOLE, COVIELLE. JOURDAIN, LUCILE, CLÉONTE, NICOLE, COVIELLE. Yes, I must tell you all about it; but let us go away, for here JOURDAIN, _dressed like a Turk, his head shaved, without any turban SCENE XI.--THE MUFTI, DERVISHES, TURKS, _singing and dancing_. Sir, we come, as friends of your father-in-law, JOURDAIN, DORIMÈNE, DORANTE, CLÉONTE (_dressed as a JOURDAIN, DORIMÈNE, DORANTE, CLÉONTE (_dressed as a


id: 35485
title: The Doctor''s Wife: A Novel
author: Braddon, M. E. (Mary Elizabeth)
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  Standing before a little wooden door in the wall that surrounded Mr. Sleaford''s garden, George Gilbert could only see that the house was a The lower windows of the house were lighted by this time, and Mrs. Sleaford came to the back-parlour window to call the young people to "You''ll be marrying some fine lady, maybe now, Master Jarge," Mrs. Jeffson said; "and she''ll look down upon our north-country ways, and While George Gilbert was thinking of Isabel Sleaford''s pale face and George came in while his wife was looking at Lady Gwendoline, and Mr. Raymond suddenly remembered the young couple whom he had taken upon as I think nobler to look at, or pleasanter to talk to, than Mr. Lansdell, or more free and open-like in his manner to poor folk. There was no sorrowful love story in her life, Mrs. Gilbert thought, as she looked at the bouncing red-elbowed young woman.


id: 45895
title: The Road to the Open
author: Schnitzler, Arthur
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  "Yes, it came very unexpectedly," said George gently, and looked at the "Yes, quite right," said George, amazed at the doctor''s good memory. "Very flattering," said George, who felt pained by Heinrich''s sarcastic "Poor little girl," said Oskar Ehrenberg to George, while Amy went on As Heinrich was silent again, George stood still and said in as kind a "Do you know what she looks like?" said Stanzides softly to George. "It is quite cool, Anna," said George, took the book out of her hand When they were near Anna''s home George said: "What a pity that you have "I don''t know ..." replied Heinrich, and as George looked at him turned round suddenly to George, looked gently at him and said: "I am "Do you know," said George to Anna, "that these good people are "Some time before dark," said George and looked at his watch.


id: 46909
title: Bouvard and Pécuchet: A Tragi-comic Novel of Bourgeois Life, part 2
author: Flaubert, Gustave
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  "I should look like a greenhorn," said Bouvard. And so it came to pass that Pécuchet did not know what to think of Her time was passed in writing letters, in visiting the poor, in uncle," and Pécuchet "good friend;" but they "thee''d" and "thou''d" them, Bouvard and Pécuchet called the curé an old fool. On the day named, Bouvard and Pécuchet repaired to the court-house an Three or four times a year, my uncle would go to Paris to pass some days At the beginning of the year 1874, he began _Bouvard and Pécuchet_, a If the book I am writing with so much trouble comes to any good, I shall like to own some day that you are right; I promise that when that time I wished to write you a long letter, my poor old boy, about the MY GOOD OLD MAX: I feel the need of writing you a long letter.


id: 46240
title: Chains: A Play, in Four Acts
author: Baker, Elizabeth
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  sit down, and LILY tries not to look worried as CHARLEY laboriously I think it''s so mean of burglars to come to people like us. Yes. I''m going to leave England--and so, you see, I''ve got to Don''t you think it would be very nice, Charley, as Mr. Tennant is _A long whistle--CHARLEY comes back into the room and stands looking _LILY''S voice heard calling "Charley"--TENNANT stands upright._ Only I thought--it''s a pity to miss--You don''t want Mr. Tennant to go, do you, dear? say I was running away from Lil--of course, it would seem like _CHARLEY comes back with a letter in his hand, closes door and music M. [_a little impatiently to MAGGIE._] Don''t talk like that, my M. Maggie, my dear--I should like a little more tea! I''ve come to help Mr. Tennant off, Lil. Where''s Charley? _They meet CHARLEY going out, and MAGGIE, looking at him almost stops


