Category: Novels

The Blue Duchess

The reason I can clearly recollect the exact date of the beginning of the adventure I am about to relate, is that it was my thirty-sixth birthday. That is twenty-nine months ago. That anniversary found me more melancholy than usual. The reason of it was still the same: the fee...

Chapters

5. CHAPTER V

I left Jacques after this jesting remark which I laughed at him with a gaiety sufficiently well simulated for the strange pain I was stifling to escape his irony. Here was my co...

3. CHAPTER III

To-day as I pass in detail these recollections, just as one inks over a half-effaced pencil route upon a map, I clearly understand a truth which escaped me at the time. I had fa...

10. CHAPTER X

I have often seen _Adrienne Lecouvreur_ acted, since that evening whose events I am recalling, with a tremor of the heart simply at the remembrance of the anguish I felt while C...

4. CHAPTER IV

How distinct the least important words of this conversation have remained in my memory with their gay or sad, sentimental or bantering, disabused or tender intonation! I could c...

9. CHAPTER IX

The emotion experienced by Camille during this dramatic adventure, suddenly determined upon, thanks to her presence of mind, in a theatrical catastrophe, had been so strong that...

7. CHAPTER VII

Three more weeks had passed, and the never-ending picture had undergone so many touches that it was a little less advanced than before. It is the certain sign that an artistic c...

8. CHAPTER VIII

There is always a silent corner in a woman’s most sincere confession. There was one in Camille’s. In telling me, with the pauses of jealousy maddened by its certainty, of the dr...

6. CHAPTER VI

“Ah! did he work the infallible pistol trick on you?” Jacques said with a burst of his loudest laughter when we met the following day. “That is very good. He looked you in the f...

2. CHAPTER II

This author who could when he liked depict with the greatest subtlety was no fit person to preside over a temperance society. When we reached the little theatre where _La Duches...

1. CHAPTER I

The reason I can clearly recollect the exact date of the beginning of the adventure I am about to relate, is that it was my thirty-sixth birthday. That is twenty-nine months ago...

11. CHAPTER XI

Yes, it was a sad and rending farewell! I must, too, have been plunged into the depths of melancholy in my heart, for as I wrote the account of it I sprinkled the paper with my...