Monsieur De Camors — Volume 1 by Octave Feuillet
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accord him, there is a great deal to be said on that point; and his plan
of breeding in particular will never do--never do! Still, he is delicious, eh? Very well, Monsieur Camors, now you see my little domain --'mea paupera regna'--the retreat of the sage. Here I live, and live happily, like an old shepherd in the golden age--loved by my neighbors, which is not easy; and venerating the gods, which is perhaps easier. Ah, young sir, as you read Virgil, you will excuse me once more. It was for me he wrote: 'Fortunate senex, hic inter flumina nota, Et fontes sacros frigus captabis opacum.' And this as well: 'Fortunatus et ille deos qui novit agrestes, Panaque, Silvanumque senem!'" "Nymphasque sorores!" finished Camors, smiling and moving his head slightly in the direction of Madame de Tecle and her daughter, who preceded them. "Quite to the point. That is pure truth!" cried M. des Rameures, gayly. "Did you hear that, niece?" "Yes, uncle." "And did you understand it, niece?" "No, uncle." |
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