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NORD ET SUD (1855)
LES AMOUREUX DE SYLVIA (1863)
LONGUES ET COURTES NOUVELLES
LISETTE LEIGH (1855)
AUTOUR DU couch (1859) : woman LUDLOW (1859) • UNE RACE MAUDITE. (1855) • l. a. DESTINÉE DES GRIFFITH. (1858) • LES DEUX FRÈRES. (1859) •
L’ŒUVRE D’UNE NUIT DE MAI : Cousine Phillis (1864) • L’Œuvre d’une nuit de mai (1863) • Le Héros du fossoyeur (1847)
Élisabeth Gaskell et ses ouvrages (1867)
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By Enid Blyton
Back with Andy Again.
THREE very excited little ones bumped alongside a coarse state lane in a farmer's cart. The Scottish carter
sat in entrance, saving not anything, yet listening with a bit smile to the kid's chuffed voices.
"We shall see Andy back quickly! we have not visible him due to the fact our intriguing adventures final summer!" said
Tom, a red-haired boy of twelve.
"It was once undesirable good fortune getting measles within the Christmas hols, in order that we could not arise the following and remain in our
little cottage," stated Jill. She and her sister Mary have been twins, and have been very similar to one another. They each
had lengthy golden plaits and blue eyes, and have been more youthful than Tom.
Tom spoke to the carter. "Jock! Did you pay attention approximately our adventures final year?" he asked.
Jock nodded his head. He infrequently acknowledged a word.
The childrens, with their buddy Andy, had certainly had a few exciting adventures. they'd long past out in
Andy's father's fishing-boat sooner or later, and were stuck by means of a typhoon. they'd been swept miles out of
their path directly to a lonely island—and had came across a nest of enemy submarines within the waters there, hiding
to pounce on any ships that got here inside of their reach.
"And bad Andy misplaced his father's boat," stated Jill, remembering how afraid Andy have been of what his
father may perhaps say in regards to the misplaced boat.
"But it did not matter—because Andy was once given a miles, far better boat!" stated Mary. "And it was
called Andy—do you take into account, it had his identify painted on it? Wasn't Andy pleased?"
The fisher-boy have been more than happy. He have been choked with the best pride. the hot fishing
boat was once a powerful one, with a beautiful pink sail. Andy's father have been delighted too, for a fishingboat
meant his livelihood to him. Catching fish and promoting them was once his paintings and Andy's—and now
they had one of many most interesting boats at the coast...
"Nearly 5 years have long gone by!
Five years, because the charred ruins of grim Bastille - stone picture of Absolutism and of Autocracy - set the seal of victory upon the expression of a people's will and marked the start of that marvellous period of Liberty and of Fraternity which has led us step-by-step from the dethronement of a King, during the martryrdom of numerous innocents, to the tyranny of an oligarchy extra arbitrary, extra relentless, notably extra merciless, than any that the dictators of Rome or Stamboul ever dream of of their wildest thirst for strength. An period that sees a population continually clamouring for the Millennium, which ranting demagogues have by no means ceased to vow: a Millennium to be completed however during the extermination of Aristocracy, of Titles, of Riches, and the abrogation of Priesthood: via dethroned royalty and desecrated altars, via a military with out management, or an meeting with no power.
They have by no means ceased to prate, those frothy rhetoricians! And the folk went on, vaguely believing that at some point, quickly, that Millennium may definitely come, after seas of blood had purged the soil of France from the final vestige of bygone oppression, and after her little kids were massacred of their hundreds of thousands and their tens of millions, until eventually their headless our bodies had equipped up a veritable scaling ladder for the tottering ft of lustful climbers, and those of their flip had perished to make method for different ranters, different speech-makers, a brand new Demosthenes or long-tongued Cicero.
Inevitably those too perished, one after the other, without reference to their virtues or their vices, their mistakes or their beliefs: Vergniaud, the fanatic, and Desmoulins, the irresponsible; Barnave, the simply, and Chaumette, the blasphemer; Hébert, the carrion, and Danton, the facility. All, all have perished, one by one: sufferers in their greed and in their crimes - they and their adherents and their enemies. They slew and have been slain of their flip. They struck blindly, like raging beasts, such a lot of them for worry lest they too could be struck by means of beasts extra livid than they. All have perished; yet now not ahead of their iniquities have for ever sullied what could have been the main wonderful web page within the heritage of France - her struggle for Liberty. due to those monsters - and of a fact there have been just a couple of - the struggle, itself elegant in its beliefs, noble in its notion, has turn into abhorrent to the remainder of mankind."