Excerpt: ...seeing my mistress throw kisses to that stinking beast, who continually prowls under this window. For once I have not to blush at her choice. You look quite an honest man, and I believe I have seen you before. Do me the honour to come up. Within a supper is prepared. You'll do me a real favour to partake of it, as well as the abbe, who has just had a pot of water thrown over his head, and shakes himself like a wetted dog. After supper we'll have a game of cards, and at daybreak we'll go hence to cut one another ...
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Excerpt: ...seeing my mistress throw kisses to that stinking beast, who continually prowls under this window. For once I have not to blush at her choice. You look quite an honest man, and I believe I have seen you before. Do me the honour to come up. Within a supper is prepared. You'll do me a real favour to partake of it, as well as the abbe, who has just had a pot of water thrown over his head, and shakes himself like a wetted dog. After supper we'll have a game of cards, and at daybreak we'll go hence to cut one another's throats. But that will be purely and simply an act of civility and only to do you honour, sir, for, in truth, that girl is not worth the thrust of a sword. She is a hussy. I'll never see her any more." I recognised in the speaker, the Monsieur d'Anquetil whom I had seen a short time ago excite his followers so vehemently to spike Friar Ange. Now he spoke with courtesy and treated me as a gentleman. I understood all the favour he conferred on me by his consent to cut my throat. Nor was my dear tutor less sensible of so much urbanity, and after having shaken himself he said to me: "Jacques Tournebroche, my son, we cannot say nay to such a gracious invitation." Already two lackeys had come down bearing torches. They led us to a room where a collation had been prepared on a table lit up by wax candles burning in two silver candelabra. M. d'Anquetil invited us to be seated, and my good master tied his napkin round his throat. He already had a thrush on his fork when heart-rending sobs were to be heard. "Don't take any notice of yonder noise," said M. d'Anquetil, "it's only Catherine, whom I have locked in that room." "Ah! sir; you must forgive her," said my kind-hearted tutor, looking sadly on the gold-brown toasted little bird on his fork. "The pleasantest meat tastes bitter when seasoned with tears and moans. Could you have the heart to let a woman cry? Reprieve this one, I beg of you! Is she then so blamable for having thrown a kiss to my...
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Hardcover reprint, Good, Washingbton D.C. National Home Library Foundation: , 1935. Hardcover reprint, Good, 253 pp. A reprint of the Modern Library edition. Good with head and upper edge of spine stained.
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Very Good. No Jacket. 12 vo. No date given (cica 1910? ) flexible blue c w/lite wear and sunning of spine; gilt decorations/titles; 253 clean, unmarked pages.
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Good. No Jacket. 12 mo., hardcover, corner wear and hinges cracked else good in maroon boards with black lettering. No dj. Anatole France (1844-1924) is the nom de plume of Jacques Anatole Thibault, poet, critic, satirist and historian. His place in the literary Hall of Fame is universally conceded. As a novelist, Anatole France is surpassed by few. His works reflect the irony and whimsy of an indulgent skeptic. "The Queen Pedauque, " considered by many as one of the world's greatest novels, is a typical example of his unusual vigor, clarity, simplicity and purity of style. Coignard, the hero of this novel, may well be compared with Shakespeare's immortal Falstaff. Complete and unabridged.
