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The Son of Clemenceau, A Novel of Modern Love and Life

Chapter 3 No.3

Word Count: 1128    |    Released on: 01/12/2017

of age, with black hair and eyes, his face browned by the sun, rather

of green cloth, to which a cartridge-pouch gave a somewhat military air, grey pantaloons with leather let in on th

hung a gourd and a pistol, and he ca

r lip was as yet scarcely shaded by a moustache, he wore an ai

e in the midst of danger, but without despising it, gra

luggage, my arms, the dress I had just ta

hat of a man whose very life may depend

hat uneasy when any of you gentlemen from the continent pay us a visit, for we are still so uncivilized, we Corsicans, that it is really with fear

supplied. Besides," I continued, glancing round the apartment, "I must confess I do not perceive any of the want of civilization you speak

d of living à la Fran?aise; but I very much doubt whether, when he leaves Paris, the poor att

een long away from

last te

ct him ba

r three or

on for two brothers, who prob

rly if they love ea

to see you before he

s promised us so

need prevent you fro

ver leave

is reply, that love of country which

mil

as much a growth of the island as the oak or the laurel; the air I breathe must be impregnated with the odours of the sea and of the mountains. I must have torrent

great difference between you an

so great a physical rese

en, so very

en our parents were obliged to sew a

grew up?"

is all. Always in a study, poring over books and drawings, my brother grew som

e of this resemblance, and if you have any commiss

Now, will you excuse me? I see you are more advanced in your t

ot trouble to chan

case, I am now in a riding dress, and must change it for a mountaineer's costume, as, after

ut after supper,

plied, "to a

mil

ou understand it-this i

tuous as to believe I have

le that I shall never take a wife. If, on the contrary, he does not marry, perhaps I shall, so as to prevent our race from becoming extinct. Did I not tell you," he added, laughing, "th

I said. "Your chamber, I believe, is opposi

are a judge of arms, I fancy. Well, then, you shall look at mine. There ar

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The Son of Clemenceau, A Novel of Modern Love and Life
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“Alexandre Dumas "fils" was the illegitimate son of a Paris dressmaker and the renowned author of "The Three Musketeers." Dumas "pre" took him from his mother as a child (French law then allowed that), and gave the child a marvelous education at schools that included the Institution Goubaux and the Collge Bourbon — but he could not take from the child the memory of his mother. Dumas "fils" spent much of his life writing of the loss of her — in works like "Camille" and this novel, "The Son of Clemenceau." Alexandre Dumas "fils" died at Marly-le-Roi, Yvelines, on November 27, 1895; he is buried in the Cimetire de Montmartre in Paris.”
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