The Mysteries of Paris, Volume 1

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D.N. Carvalho, 1844
 

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Pagina 1 - Wretched houses, with scarcely a window, and those of worm-eaten frames, without any glass ; dark, infectiouslooking alleys led to still darker looking staircases, so steep that they could only be ascended by the aid of ropes fastened to the damp walls by iron hooks ; the lower stories of some of these houses were occupied by sellers of charcoal, tripemen, or vendors of impure meat ; and notwithstanding the little value of these commodities, the windows of the miserable shops were barred with iron,...
Pagina 54 - Marie, ordinarily too pale, was now heightened with the most lively colour. Her large blue eyes shone sweetly, her rosy mouth half open, disclosed her pearl-like teeth, and her heart throbbed under the little orange shawl; she kept one hand on her bosom, as if to compress its pulsations, while with the other she extended to Rodolphe the flowers she had gathered. Nothing could be more charming than the innocent, joyous expression which shone on this lovely face. As soon as she could speak, she said...
Pagina 51 - It was to see the little work girls so neatly clad, going off so gaily with a fine pot of flowers in their arms." " I am sure if you had only had some flowers in your window, they would have been companions for you.
Pagina 52 - At those moments it seemed to me that my fate was not merited; that there was some good left in me. I said to myself, I have been very much troubled, but at least I have never harmed any one. If I had only had some one to counsel me, I should not be where I am. That dissipated my sorrow a little. After all, I must confess that these thoughts occurred oftener after the loss of my rosebush," added La Goualeuse in a solemn manner, which made Rodolphe smile.
Pagina 53 - Oh! I have not forgotten that; I thought of it all night, and I have wept bitterly; but I am sure it is not true. The Borgnesse invented this story to give me pain.
Pagina 52 - I felt grateful to this poor rose-bush, for having flowered so prettily for me — such a one as me ! ' The goualeuse held down her head and became purple with shame. * Poor child ! with this consciousness of your horrible position, you must have ufim • • •' 1 Had a wish to put an end to it?

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