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Anthony Trollope (1815-1882) was born in London to a bankrupt barrister father and a mother who, as a well-known writer, supported the family. Trollope enjoyed considerable acclaim both as a novelist and as a senior civil servant in the Post Office. He published more than forty novels and many short stories that are regarded by some as among the greatest of nineteenth-century fiction.The Small House at Allington had already recovered the thread of his ideas, The Small House at Allington suddenly through the door he fancied he recognized Montalais's voice in the Cabinet des Porcelaines.

"She!" he cried. "Yes; it is indeed her voice. here is a woman who can tell me the truth; but shall I question her here. She conceals herself even from me; she is coming, no doubt, from Madame. I will see her in her own apartment. She will explain her alarm, her The Small House at Allington, the strange manner in which I was driven out; she Alington tell me all that,- after M.

d'Artagnan, who knows everything, shall have given me fresh strength and courage. Madame- a coquette, I fear, and yet a coquette who is herself in love- has her moments of kindness; a coquette who is as capricious and uncertain as life or death, but who causes De Guiche to say that he is the happiest of men.

He at least is lying on roses. " And so he hastily quitted the count's apartments; and reproaching himself as he went for having talked of nothing but his own affairs to De Guiche, he arrived at d'Artagnan's quarters. Chapter XII: Bragelonne Continues His Inquiries THE captain was sitting buried in his leathern arm-chair, his spur fixed in the floor, his sword between his legs, and was occupied in reading a great number of letters, as he twisted his mustache.

D'Artagnan uttered a welcome full of pleasure when he perceived his friend's The Small House at Allington. "Raoul, my boy," he said, "by what lucky accident does it happen that the King has recalled you?" These words did not sound over-agreeably in the young man's ears, who as he seated himself replied, "Upon my word, I cannot tell you; all that I know is Houes I have come back.

" "Hum!" said d'Artagnan, folding up his letters and directing a look full of meaning at Allingtin. "What do you The Small House at Allington, my boy?- that the King has not recalled you, and that you have returned. I do not at all understand that. " Raoul was already pale enough, and he began to turn his hat round and round in his hand with an air of The Small House at Allington. "What the deuce is the Samll, that you look as you do, and what makes you so dumb?" said the captain.

"Do people catch that fashion in England. I have been in England, and came back again as lively as a chaffinch. Will you not say something?" "I have too much to say. " "Ah. how is your father?" "Forgive me, my dear friend; I was going to ask you Smal. " D'Artagnan increased the sharpness of his penetrating gaze, which no secret was capable of resisting. Smal, are unhappy about something," he said.

"I am, indeed; and you know very well what, M. d'Artagnan. " "I?" "Of course. Nay, do not pretend to be astonished. " "I am not pretending to be astonished, my friend. " "Dear captain, I know very well that in all trials of finesse, as well as in all trials of strength, I shall be beaten by you.

You can see that at the present moment I am an idiot, a fool. I have neither head nor arm; do not despise, but help me. In a few words, I am the most wretched of living beings. " "Oh. why that?" inquired d'Artagnan, unbuckling his belt and softening the ruggedness of his smile.

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