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Old Goriot
Honoré de Balzac
出版
Dent
, 1948
主題
Fiction / General
Fiction / City Life
ISBN
0460001701
9780460001700
URL
http://books.google.com.hk/books?id=_FXY4BSod5EC&hl=&source=gbs_api
註釋
Este libro historico puede tener numerosos errores tipograficos y texto faltante. Los compradores pueden descargar una copia gratuita escaneada del libro original (sin errores tipograficos) desde la editorial. No indexado. No se muestra. 1913 edition. Extracto: ...sad. The disappointment piqued his ranity. My claim to your confidence is very small, madame, ' he said, after rallying her on her abstracted mood; 'but if I am in the way, please tell me so frankly; I count on your good faith.' 'No, stay with me, ' she said; I shall be all alone if you go. Nucingen is dining in town, and I do not want to be alone; I want to be taken out of myself.' 'But what is the matter?' You are the very last person whom I should tell, ' she exclaimed. 'Then I am connected in some way with this secret I wonder what it is.' 'Perhaps. Yet, no, ' she went on; it is a domestic quarrel, which ought to be buried in the depths of the heart. I am very unhappy; did I not tell you so the day before yesterday? Golden chains are the heaviest of all fetters." When a woman tells a young man that she is very unhappy, and when the young man is clever, and well dressed, and has fifteen hundred francs lying idle in his pocket, he is sure to think as Eugene said, and he becomes a coxcomb. 'What can you have left to wish for?' he answered. 'You are young, beautiful, beloved, and rich.' 'Do not let us talk of my affairs, ' she said, shaking her head mournfully. 'We will dine together tete-a-tete, and afterwards we will go to hear the most exquisite music. Am I to your taste?' she went on, rising and displaying her gown of white cashmere, covered with Persian designs in the most superb taste. '1 wish that you were altogether mine, ' said Eugene; 'you are charming.' You would have a forlorn piece of property, ' she said, smiling bitterly. 'There is nothing about me that betrays my wretchedness; and yet, in spite of appearances, I am in despair. I cannot sleep; my troubles have broken my night's rest; I shall...