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...sunshire, and their well-made sabots clicked cheerfully on the hard, clean roads. Touraine is a land of old chateaux,—a gallery of architectural speci... ...t, or, protects the country from it, from Blois to Angers, is an admirable road; and on the other side, as well, the highway constantly keeps it compa... ...he highway constantly keeps it company. A wide river, as you follow a wide road, is excellent company; it 6 A Little Tour in France heightens and sho... ...to spend a few days at Blois, where a clumsy, but rather attractive little inn, on the edge of the river, will offer you a certain amount of that fami... ...ned to suffer from a modern form of inhumanity. The mistress of the little inn at the base of the castle-rock—it stands very pleasantly beside the riv... ...t ten minutes’ walk from the chateau, and the village contains a very tidy inn, where, if you are not in too great a hurry to com- mune with the shade...

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...tus of existence that man has, so to speak, made for himself, with houses, roads, clothing, canals, ma- chinery, with laws, boundaries, conventions, a... ...blossom…. Only when he had gathered that last and turned about to find his inn again, perhaps he would not find his inn! Suppose now that two of us we... ...hat path. Long before we got to that, before even we got to the great high road, we should have hints from the stone cabin in the nape of the pass—it ... ...nt for us to do so; but as we come down from these lonely mountains to the roads and houses and living places of the Utopian world- state, we shall ce... ...king up a Utopian coin of gold, how at last we adventured into the Utopian inn and found it all marvellously easy. You see us the shyest and most watc... ....” Before us, through the tall pine stems, shine the lights of our Utopian inn. He talks vaguely of ill-usage. “The husband is vain, boast- ful, disho...

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... the midst of a light Stonehenge of samples. And yet—proceeding now, to introduce myself positively— I am both a town traveller and a country travelle... ...in the fancy goods way. Literally speaking, I am always wandering here and there from my rooms in Covent-garden, London—now about the city streets: no... ...I had never seen it in my life, a minute before, and had traversed two hundred miles to get at it. That very morning I had come bowling down, and stru... ...nent and this Island through the mud and water, over the road where Shakespeare hummed to himself, ‘Blow, blow, thou winter wind,’ as he sat in the sa... ...oss and the venerable lady who rode in state there, was always in my ears. And now I came to the land of wooden houses, innocent cakes, thin butter so... ...he snow when I saw my mule do it, thinking that he must know best. At this part of the journey we would come, at mid-day, into half an hour’s thaw: wh...

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.... Concealing our weapons, we stood humbly aside before the horsemen on the road; we bowed low in the courtyards of chiefs who were no better than slav... ... threaten in the light of our camp fire. Noth- ing dismayed us. And on the road, by every fire, in resting-places, we always talked of her and of him.... ...es rolled swaying, monstrous and gaudy; two shabby children ran across the road; a knot of dirty men with red neckerchiefs round their bare throats lu... ...iness matters in a calm, sensible way across a table in the kitchen of the inn opposite. Latterly she had stayed 60 Tales of Unrest for a few days se...

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...peed on her way to church, he came striding along the grassy margin of the road and out-whistling the music of the church bells. It was one of those l... ...in the darkness, he presently heard a rapid tread on the other side of the road, accompanied by a loud, jubilant whistle, and in a moment a figure 47... ...to Albano, breakfasted bois- terously (in their respective measure) at the inn, and lounged away the day in the sun on the top of Monte Cavo. Roderick... ... as the coach rolled away, he looked back at his friend lin- gering by the roadside. A great snow-mountain, behind Roderick, was beginning to turn pin... ..., and Rowland went out to Frascati. Here he found his friend living at the inn and spending his days, according to his own account, lying under the tr... ...as arranged, I believe, that we are to go back to Frascati to lunch at the inn. I decree that we lunch here and send the Cavaliere to the inn to get t...

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... was about to enter the tortuous difficulties of its defiles and the sandy roads of its plains. A strange chance had held me long in that delightful p... ...y of the Valley reached Poncher whose every house I examined, and took the road to Chinon. For the first time in my life I could sit down under a tree... ...valley of the Cher from that of the Indre, and over which there is a cross-road leading to Champy. These moors are flat and sandy, and for more than t... ...mtesse wait here under shelter?” asked the coachman, pointing to the chief inn of Ballan. She made a sign of assent, and we stayed nearly half an hour... ...arly half an hour under the vaulted entrance, to the great surprise of the inn-people who wondered what brought Madame de Mortsauf on that road at ele...

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...r uncle, De Balzac. CHAPTER I THE FRIGHTENED HEIRS ENTERING NEMOURS by the road to Paris, we cross the canal du Loing, the steep banks of which serve ... ...resent aspect of graceful originality. In 1829, however, both sides of the road were clear, and the master of the post route, a tall, stout man about ... ...ing, he looked first to the charming meadows which lay to the right of the road where the aftermath was springing up, then to the hill-slopes covered ... ...t four years be- fore this history begins, when Minoret, after selling his inn, built stables and a splendid dwelling, and removed the post- house fro... ... died twelve years earlier, leaving him the post busi- ness and the finest inn in Nemours. “Well, nephew,” said the doctor, “have I any other relative... ...h a round table offered a most appetiz- ing sight, was like the hall of an inn. Content with the size of her kitchens and offices, Zelie had built a p...

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...ult were al- ready built. Travelers from Paris to Sancerre by the southern road were no longer ferried across the river from Cosne to Saint-Thibault; ... ...r scrambling through so many brambles and setting off on so many different roads, after dreaming of love in splendor and scenting the darkest dramas, ... ...age. The two great men remained unrecognized during a whole morning at the inn where they had put up, and it was only by chance that Monsieur de Clagn... ...ning speed. “ ‘I could not see the smallest object by which to retrace the road we came by. At dawn I found myself close by my own door, and the Spani... ...aning out of the chaise to speak to him from Dinah’s side. “Go back to our inn,” said he, “there is still time; the dili- gence does not start for hal... ...e fled to her bedroom, followed by her mother. “There are no papers at the inn,” said Gatien to Lousteau, who went out to meet him. “And you found non...

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...l impassiveness in his bearing! Ah! surely if there had been a room in any inn I would never have allowed him to sleep here.” “That Polish gentleman,”... ... from a corner of the vineyard, wore in coming years the sombre browns and grays that surrounded the hour of its birth. Fearing to give expression to ... ...ign of the cross—has gone back to the garret. There’s monsieur on the high-road to hell. Pray God he mayn’t kill you as he killed my poor mistress.” “... ...w holding an appointment under government as engineer in the department of Roads and Bridges, made a rapid fortune, aided by his great-uncle, in a can... ...en Marguerite and Monsieur Conyncks arrived, they found Claes living at an inn. His successor had not been kept waiting, and was already in possession... ... towards his daughter. He expressed regret at receiving her in a miserable inn, inquired her tastes and wishes, and asked what she would have to eat, ... ...d all Marguerite’s travelling plans, and she immediately took the shortest road to Douai. Her new fortune and her past savings enabled her to pay off ...

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...CONTENTS BOOK THE SECOND: RICHES 1. Fellow Travellers 2. Mrs General 3. On the Road 4. A Letter from Little Dorrit 5. Something Wrong Somewhere 6. Something Right Somewhere 7. Mostly, Prunes and Prism 8. The Dowager Mrs Gowan is reminded that ?It Never Does? 9. Appearance and Disappearance 10. The Dream...

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...ENTS BOOK THE SECOND: RICHES 1. Fellow Travellers 2. Mrs General 3. On the Road 4. A Letter from Little Dorrit 5. Something Wrong Somewhere 6. Somethi... ...oduces the next 21. The History of a Self-Tormentor 22. Who Passes by this Road so late? 23. Mistress Affery makes a Conditional Promise, respecting h... ... steep and narrow village streets, and had been carrying all day along the roads and lanes. Grapes, split and crushed under foot, lay about everywhere... ...ut the very genteel lady’s English chariot being already horsed and at the inn-door, the landlord had slipped up-stairs to represent his hard case. Th... ...al, and her uncle would give his to her, and, escorted by the landlord and Inn servants, they would swoop down-stairs. There, a crowd would be collect... ...t a head), that he is to pretend to have been first struck with me in that Inn Y ard.’ ‘Why?’ asked Little Dorrit. ‘Why? Good gracious, my love!’ (aga...

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... riser, musical, classical, cheerful, kind, good-natured, social, contented, and boy-like; Mr. Crisparkle, Minor Canon and good man, lately ‘Coach’ up... ...ains. ‘All us man-servants at Travellers’ Lodgings is named Deputy. When we’re chock full and the Travellers is all a-bed I come out for my ‘elth.’ Th... ...n Durdles and Deputy are of a capricious kind; for, on Durdles’s turning himself about with the slow gravity of beery suddenness, Deputy makes a prett... ... that they can never be persuaded or threatened into departure, without violently possessing themselves of some wooden forget-me-not, and bearing it o... ...stand looking on the public way, as if disconsolately looking for the Old Bourne that has long run dry, is a little nook composed of two irregular qua... ...led for, and boasted of, whatever happens to anything, anywhere in the world: in those days no neighbouring architecture of lofty proportions had aris...

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... which was a charming view of the river, the object of her walks. From the road leading to it could be seen that island long loved by Veronique and ca... ...uburb of Saint- Etienne was murdered. A large fruit-garden lay between the road and the house, which was also separated from the ad- joining fields by... ...e with which certain footmarks in the ploughed field and on the mud of the road had been effaced and covered up, the searchers had found in several pl... ...e agriculturist sees only barrenness, and the traveller finds not a single inn, nor that which, perchance, he is there to seek,—the picturesque. Great...

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...aptive knight who is come to collect his ransom. I fell in with him on the road, and as his road lay with mine, I made bold to assure him of a welcome... ...HE RESCUE OF COLDINGHAM THE RESCUE OF COLDINGHAM IT WA S A LONELY TRACT of road, marked only by the bare space trodden by feet of man and horse, and y... ...sed guerdon to the min- strel, let himself be led away to the front of the inn; but there as a piper, playing to a group of dancers, and as if his fee... ...ve a pass-word, and was admitted, he bade Nigel conduct Lord Malcolm to an inn, explaining that it was his duty to present himself to the governor; an... ...prove ourselves better men than a pack of Pagan Romans, by having a set of roads fit for man or beast, of our own making instead of theirs half decaye... ...e house, while the rest of the suite should take their meal at the village inn. King James, in attending to Joan, had entirely forgotten his cousin; a...

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...nd I felt, as he stood wistfully looking out for me before the door of the inn at which the coach had put him down, that I had seen him, on the instan... ...pped, and I prepared for our walk, which, through the park and by the good road to the village, would be a matter of twenty minutes. Coming downstairs... ...Peter Quint was found, by a laborer going to early work, stone dead on the road from the village: a catastrophe explained—superficially at least— by a... ...fer- ing; but I have at least reached the heart of it, and the straightest road out is doubtless to advance. One evening—with nothing to lead up or to... ...occurred to me, as some young couple who, on their wedding journey, at the inn, feel shy in the presence of the waiter. He turned round only when the ...

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...lling away in places. Thanks to an iron railing at the entrance facing the road, this simple farm has a certain air of being a country-seat. The raili... ...nceforth mapped out for me, and the freedom from all uncertainty as to the road for me to follow suits my mind and disposition. A great moral power ha... ...decay of art and the su- premacy of individual interests, and has left the road open to the foreign invader. “We stand between two policies—either to ... ...return here at my first sum- mons. In that horrid letter, scribbled on the inn paper, you did not tell me what would be your next stopping place; so I...

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...lubs, such being the crest borne by the family; from each entrance a broad road, quite straight, running through a majestic avenue of limes, led up to... ...ur grim savages, and the extent of the space itself through which the high road ran, and which just abutted on the village, the spot was sufficiently ... ...on two sides without apparent limit or boundaries visible from the village road or house. Indeed, the ground on this side was so broken up into abrupt... ...could be kept open. And how changed has been the bustle of that once noisy inn to the present death-like silence of its green court- yard! There, a la... ...wn; carts and gigs, omnibuses and flys, all the old carriages from all the inn-yards, and every vehicle of any description which could be pressed into... ...ortico which graced the door of the Dragon of Wantley, at which celebrated inn Sir Roger’s committee sat:—’Who is Mr Moffat, and what has he done for ...

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...as apprehended at Barnet (the first stage from London on a principal north road), encum- bered with a quantity of plate. How he came by it, or whither... ...t the point of approaching collision, namely, an arrow-like section of the road, six hundred yards long, under the solemn lights described, with lofty... ...e postilion drove well, so that I could not really have been long upon the road; and yet, from gloomy rumination upon the unhappy desti- nation which ... ..., brought me through the long northern suburb of Oxford, to a shabby coach-inn, situ- ated in the Corn Market. Business was out of the question at tha... ...n " ...................................................... 178 3. New Inn " ...................................................... 10 4. ... ...I had brought about fifty guineas to Oxford; but the expenses of an Oxford inn, with almost daily entertainments to young friends, had made such inroa...

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...g Arthur’s Court Mark Twain 9 was no stir of life, nothing going on. The road was mainly a winding path with hoof prints in it, and now and then a... ...t be kept private until a riper day should come. We had a gang of men on the road, working mainly by night. They were stringing ground wires; we were ... ...ion which was perfect. My men had orders to strike across country, avoiding roads, and estab lishing connection with any considerable towns whose l... ... this day, to wring my heartstrings whenever I think of it. We put up at the inn in a village just at nightfall, and when I rose next morning and look... ...obe! “Great guns, my liege, where did you get that?” “From a smuggler at the inn, yester eve.” “What in the world possessed you to buy it?” “We have e... ...aveled pretty fast, and finally drew rein some time after dark at a roadside inn some ten or twelve miles from the scene of our troubles. My lord went...

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...ould not have furnished a longer reckoning, than our host of the “Handcuff Inn”—as Colonel Westbury called it. Our rooms were the three in the gate ov... ...ant pack a portmanteau and get horses, and was at Farnham, half-way on the road to Walcote, thirty miles off, before his comrades had got to their sup... ...edition on which he was going; and as Chelsey was distant from London, the roads bad, and infested by footpads, and Esmond often in the habit, when en... ...d been to Walcote; and now, taking but a couple of hours’ rest only at the inn on the road, he was up again long before daybreak, and made such good s... ...alcote; and now, taking but a couple of hours’ rest only at the inn on the road, he was up again long before daybreak, and made such good speed that h...

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...ing answered, that we had none but to see England, we were conducted to an inn, where we were very well entertained; as one generally is in this count... ...ich lied buried those Kings of Denmark that reigned in England. II. Gray’s Inn. And, III. Lincoln’s Inn. In these colleges numbers of young nobility, ... ... they are sent to the University of Cambridge. As we were returning to our inn, we happened to meet some country people celebrating their harvest home... ...k enough, had lost sight of our friends; we came after- wards to where the road divided; on the right it was down-hill and marshy, on the left was a s... ... a small hill: whilst we stopped here in doubt, and consulted which of the roads we should take, we saw all on a sudden on our right hand some horseme... ...ugh we called to them, they did not answer us, but kept on down the marshy road at such a rate, that their horses’ feet struck fire at every stretch, ...

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...allantry, and this incident awakened a regret. If he had gone to the other inn he might have had charming com- pany: at his own establishment there wa... ...ogical idiosyn- crasies of the Apennines. If he had only gone to the other inn, that nice-looking girl whom he had seen passing under the dusky portal... ...ed himself to come back with his utensils. This morning he returned to the inn and took possession of them, and then he made his way through a labyrin... ...brown nets suspended on the walls and drying in the sun, stood open to the road, on the other side of which was a patch of salt-looking grass, browsed... ...to hire a rustic carriole, in which primitive conveyance, gaining the high-road, he jogged and jostled through the hours of the evening slowly back to... ...eve I am!’ he cried. ‘Heaven will easily forgive you; you are on the wrong road. To catch up with your happiness, which has been running away from you...

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...u de Bordeau, in a little sloping meadow, not very far from the newly made road, by which the man who came off victori- ous could reach Lyons. Raphael... ...ere he is,” said the seconds, who soon descried a caleche coming along the road; it was drawn by four horses, and there were two postilions. “What a q... ...d the arrival of the carriage with a kind of uneasiness. It stopped in the road; old Jonathan laboriously descended from it, in the first place, to as... ... Taillefer, Jean-Frederic The Firm of Nucingen Father Goriot The Red Inn To return to the Electronic Classics Series, go to http://www.hn.psu.ed...

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... Virgil, who proposes to guide him into the eternal world. MIDWAY UPON THE ROAD of our life I found myself within a dark wood, for the right way had b... ...coat. And she did not move from before my face, nay, rather hindered so my road that to return I oftentimes had turned. The time was at the beginning ... ... their fatigues, and I alone was preparing to sustain the war alike of the road, and of the woe which the mind that erreth not shall retrace. O Muses,... ...k, and hear, and then are whirled below. “O thou that comest to the woeful inn,” said Minos to me, when he saw me, leaving the act of so great an offi...

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...ry man becomes the brother of the poet, is rare in the city of Paris, that inn whither all ideas, like travelers, come to stay for awhile; so rare is ... ...not without rea- son, had feared contact with the very mixed society of an inn for his daughter. The good tailor Graffs, who loved Emilie as if she ha... ...on her earnings. After twelve years of perseverance upon a rough and stony road, Dr. Poulain at last was making an income of three thousand francs, an... ...d seemed so much the less formidable because he had kept the slang of “the road” (to use his own expres- sion), with a few green-room phrases superadd... ...one of the great days of his life. Schmucke was driven passively along the road, as some un- lucky calf is driven in a butcher’s cart to the slaughter...

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...rything then,” she said to herself, still walking quickly along the bridle road through the wood. “It would be my duty to study that I might help him ... ... thoughts by the appearance of a cantering horseman round a turning of the road. The well groomed chestnut horse and two beautiful setters could leave... ... away from Tipton Grange, he slackened his pace, and at last turned into a road which would lead him back by a shorter cut. Various feelings wrought i... ... this vein—“I was right to defend him.” The coachman was used to drive his grays at a good pane, Mr. Casaubon being unenjoying and impatient in everyt... ...ne of his tail pockets, and represented the cost of three days’ stay at an inn at Bilkley, where the fair was held—a town at least forty miles from Mi... ...n his saucer. He saw it and secured it quickly, but as he went back to his inn he had no eagerness to unfold the paper. What Rosamond had written to h...