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

Chapter 4 No.4

Word Count: 1286    |    Released on: 01/12/2017

ers of the brothers, and I did not hesitate to adopt it. I followed my

opied bedstead, supported by great posts, was draped with green damask à fleur d'or; the window curtains were of the same mat

occupant of this room: they were as warli

e in three centuries at once-see! I will dress while you amuse

h you spoke amongst all these swords

u look by the head of my bed you will find a poign

I ha

e dagger of

pietro, the ass

sin! No, t

same thin

he world, perhaps

e dagger a

eur-de-lis of France is missing. You know that Sampietro was not

fact. And how did you becom

ee hundred years. It was given to a Na

ember on wh

unged his dagger into a joint in his enemy's armour. The rider feeling himself wounded spurred his horse, carrying away in his flight the dagger so firmly embedded in his armour that he was unable to withdraw it, and as my ance

ake the

tain

I struck a sharp blow with the d

both pieces pierced through and throu

what astonishes me is that being possessed of such a we

t time," replied Lucien; "he

! t

from Constantinople to Aix to teach that lesson to the w

nt, and replace

time had been dressing, "let us pass

two portraits c

oli and

portrait of Pa

isely

is his

it as authentic as the

he did not give it to one of my male

your female

an, who in the war of independence presented herself

l me the

s a very

ch the

e have not much t

ll atte

eak with Paoli; but as he was engaged writing, he declined to admit them; and then, as the woman insisted,

the woman; 'I wish

ve you to

sterday that one had been killed for defending his country,

g an incident of

es appear v

was thi

my ance

his sword and

'I like time to make m

thy of both-

w this

parte carried at the b

family in the same manner as

d chieftain. My grandfather dispersed the Mamelukes and took the chief back a prisoner to the First Consul. But when he wished to sheath his sword he found the blade had been so bent in

my grandfather's sabre, all bent as it was, instead

d, and caused that large diamond to be inserted in the hilt. He then se

rom its scabbard, which it could not fully enter, I perceiv

Pyramids, 21st

vant came to announce

the young man; "tell my mot

like a mountaineer; that is to say, with a round velvet coat, trowse

two carbines hanging opposite

ember, 181

ines also histo

least, they bear a historical si

esit

other," I

"is my mother's. But let us go downs

o show me the way he courteou

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