The Crime of Sylvestre Bonnard. Anatole France

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       Anatole France

      The Crime of Sylvestre Bonnard

      Published by Good Press, 2019

       [email protected]

      EAN 4057664627537

       PART I—THE LOG

       December 24, 1849.

       August 30, 1850

       May 7, 1851

       July 8, 1852.

       August 20, 1859.

       October 10, 1859.

       October 25, 1859.

       Naples, November 10, 1859.

       Monte-Allegro, November 30, 1859.

       Girgenti. Same day.

       Girgenti, November 30, 1859.

       Paris, December 8, 1859.

       December 30, 1859.

       PART II—THE DAUGHTER OF CLEMENTINE

       Chapter I—The Fairy

       Chapter II

       Chapter III

       Chapter IV—The Little Saint-George

       April 16.

       April 17.

       From May 2 to May 5.

       June 3.

       June 4.

       June 6.

       July 6.

       August 12.

       September-December.

       December 15.

       December 20.

       February 186-.

       April-June

       August, September.

       October 3.

       December 28.

       December 29.

       January 15, 186-.

       May.

       September 20.

       The Last Page

       August 21, 1869.

       Table of Contents

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      I had put on my slippers and my dressing-gown. I wiped away a tear with which the north wind blowing over the quay had obscured my vision. A bright fire was leaping in the chimney of my study. Ice-crystals, shaped like fern-leaves, were sprouting over the windowpanes and concealed from me the Seine with its bridges and the Louvre of the Valois.

      I drew up my easy-chair to the hearth, and my table-volante, and took up so much of my place by the fire as Hamilcar deigned to allow me. Hamilcar was lying in front of the andirons, curled up on a cushion, with his nose between his paws. His think find fur rose and fell with his regular breathing. At my coming, he slowly slipped a glance of his agate eyes at me from between his half-opened lids, which he closed again almost at once, thinking to himself, “It is nothing; it is only my friend.”

      “Hamilcar,” I said to him, as I stretched my legs—“Hamilcar, somnolent Prince of the City of Books—thou guardian nocturnal! Like that Divine Cat who combated the impious in Heliopolis—in the night of the great combat—thou dost defend from vile nibblers those books which the old savant acquired at the cost of his slender savings and indefatigable zeal. Sleep, Hamilcar, softly as a sultana, in this library, that shelters thy military virtues; for verily in thy person are united the formidable aspect of a Tatar warrior and the slumbrous grace of a woman of the Orient. Sleep, thou heroic and voluptuous Hamilcar, while awaiting the moonlight hour in which the mice will come forth to dance before the Acta


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