The Alain Family, Tr. by R.b. Brough - Brossura

 
9781150488665: The Alain Family, Tr. by R.b. Brough

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1853. Excerpt: ... the master of Benzeval had fallen, was annoyed at the miller's arrival. "What do you think, Cousin Eloi V he said; "we have persuaded M. de Benzeval to accept of a spoonful of soup." "A spoonful!" said M. Malais--"say a plateful! say two platefuls, and no end of cabbage and bacon! say that I have never made such a good dinner in all my life." Onesime and his father returned to the boat. M. Malais remounted his horse, and disappeared. CHAPTER XIX. One day a coach drew up at the door of the chateau. The bell was rung, the little wicket opened. Then scarcely had the livery-servant with the patch on his eye seen who the person was demanding admission, than, forgetting his habitual reserve and taciturnity, he opened the door, and pressed to his heart a young woman dressed in black, and carrying in her arms an infant which appeared to be ill. The young woman drew back alarmed. M. Malais then perceived what his surprise and emotion had made him do. He tore the patch from his eye, took off his livery coat, and cried--"Pulcherie, my niece! my daughter!" Pulcherie returned his embraces, and, without speaking a word, placed the child in his arms, showing him by a look that it was also dressed in black. Pulcherie saw a little trunk brought into the house, and dismissed the coachman; then taking her child once more in her arms--"Dear uncle," she said, "this child and I have come to you in our distress. The Count de Morville is dead-Mlying oompletely ruined. Immediately after his death, a drove of creditors came to fight for the house. I have left everything to them. I have collected a few articles indispensable to my son and myself in this trunk, and we have come to beg for a shelter and for bread." "My children! my poor children!" said poor old Malais, weeping, "we w...

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