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General Books publication date: 2009 Original publication date: 1872 Original Publisher: Roberts Subjects: American fiction Fiction / Anthologies History / Europe / France Literary Criticism / General Literary Criticism / American / General Literary Criticism / Women Authors Travel / Europe / France Notes: This is a black and white OCR reprint of the original. It has no illustrations and there may be typos or missing text. When you buy the General Books edition of this book you get free trial access to Million-Books.com where you can select from more than a million books for free. Excerpt: CHAPTER III. "Leg vertus Be perdent dans 1'interet comme les fleuves se perdent dans la mer." TV/TADEMOISELLE VEUILLOT and M. De- shoulie'res stood by the bedside silent. Noticing her a little curiously, he fancied there was more awe than grief in her countenance: it was white and troubled; but there had been enough in the night's vigil to account for that. She stood looking sadly down, her hands knitted together, the morning light full on her face. Gray eyes with long lashes, a mouth delicately lined, a round forehead, neither straight nor classical, but full of a certain sweet nobility, with waved brown hair lying softly and lightly upon it. He looked at her with a half-pitying, half-uneasy sense of guardianship. She was so girlish, so fragile, so dependent. "What am I to do with her!" thought M. Ue- shoulieres, despairingly. Aloud he said, so abruptly that she started, -- " You have been much tried, mademoiselle. Let me urge you to go and lie down." Old Nannon came round from the foot of the bed. The'rtSse hesitated, half turned to the door, then back again towards the motionless figure. At such a time the first departure seems almost a cruelty to the dead. M. Deshoulieres laid his hand on her arm. " Come," he said, decidedly. He led her into the adjoining salon, and closed the door of communication, but instead of leaving him, as he anticipated, she walked to...