Red Lily, the — Volume 02 by Anatole France
page 55 of 95 (57%)
page 55 of 95 (57%)
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She denied this very sincerely. But Vivian would not listen to her.
"I have read Francois Rabelais a great deal, my love. It is in Rabelais and in Villon that I studied French. They are good old masters of language. But, darling, do you know the 'Pantagruel?' ' Pantagruel' is like a beautiful and noble city, full of palaces, in the resplendent dawn, before the street-sweepers of Paris have come. The sweepers have not taken out the dirt, and the maids have not washed the marble steps. And I have seen that French women do not read the 'Pantagruel.' You do not know it? Well, it is not necessary. In the 'Pantagruel,' Panurge asks whether he must marry, and he covers himself with ridicule, my love. Well, I am quite as laughable as he, since I am asking the same question of you." Therese replied with an uneasiness she did not try to conceal: "As for that, my dear, do not ask me. I have already told you my opinion." "But, darling, you have said that only men are wrong to marry. I can not take that advice for myself." Madame Martin looked at the little boyish face and head of Miss Bell, which oddly expressed tenderness and modesty. Then she embraced her, saying: "Dear, there is not a man in the world exquisite and delicate enough for you." |
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