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A Village Of Vagabonds

Auhtor: F Berkeley Smith

Language: english

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Review by Daniel G. Lebryk, May 2009


Rating: (****)
Copyright: Public Domain in the U.S.
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Excerpts from the Book 'A Village Of Vagabonds':

... studied cruelty and indifference! You, with your nose of coral pink, your velvet ears that twitch in your dreams, and your blue-white breast! You, who ...
... Phryne at the Vari'et'es-une merveille, mon cher! he exclaimed, addressing the sous-lieutenant on his right, and he blew a kiss to the ceiling. The ...
... frog, your bell. Dieu! What a fuss it makes over its crack. You shall have a new one-two new ones, mon ami, even if we have to make bigger the belfry ...
... up into the cur'e's eyes then her arms went about his strong neck and she kissed him as tenderly as a sister. Child! I heard him murmur. ...
... and threw it on the floor. The girl, angered at his silence and lack of courage, gave him a vicious glance. H'elas! sighed Julie, you ...
... Come, I insisted-both of you-no-seriously-listen to me. There is plenty of dry wood in the garret you shall have the chambre d'amis, ...
... me to speak. I seated myself beside her upon the arm of the chair and took her warm little hands in mine. You shall marry your Gaston, ...
... lightness. There is little harmony between rising yeast and a failing heart. Again the bell jingles this time it is the M`ere Marianne, with a basket ...
... guarding the family crest. Still another leads unexpectedly to the silent garden of Monsieur le Cur'e. It is a protecting little by-way whose walls ...
... silent. Too high, muttered the cur'e. I do not expect much in before the late afternoon. Do you smoke? Yes, gladly, I replied, ...
... be rehearsing lovelorn shepherds and shepherdesses in sylvan dells. To call a halt eighteen times in the middle of the romantic duet between the unhappy ...
... of the sleeping boy, buried her face in her hands. The child stirred, awakened by her sobbing. Tann'e, he cried feebly. He will come, ...
... to be hunting hares. Are you a good shot, monsieur? That is an embarrassing question, I returned. If I do not miss I generally kill. ...
... wherein were registered the births of calves. Au revoir, reiterated Marianne, and turned on her way to the village down the trail that wound ...
... little while, she was seized with violent trembling so that she was obliged to stop-her whole body ached as if she had been beaten. A sharp ...
... Pommard. He threw his riding crop on a vacant chair and, lifting his hat, handed it to the veteran waiter. It was the Baron Santos da ...
... and he spread out the identical bank-notes with which his prisoner had paid for them in the Government store on the boulevard. As for you, monsieur, ...
... Yes, I called back, the chief showed them to me when he asked permission to camp. Of course, laughed the mayor. You'll never catch ...
... He shrugged his shoulders twice and began twisting thoughtfully the waxed ends of his moustache to a finer point. Pardon, monsieur, he resumed ...
... and were proceeding with a crisp salad when Boldi, with a rushing crescendo slipped into a delicious waltz. De Savignac now sat with his chin sunk ...