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www.lizi.tw栗子小说 m.lizi.twespokegently,anddidnotappealtoourpity,ordescribehis
sufferingsinhisusualexaggerated.
obed;
uchlessplaintthanusual.
ookadvaherespiteanddooourdearterrace
aiedbydeleine.
”letusgetthatboatandgoupontheriver,”saidtheuntessafter
adeafeightgoandlookatthefishinghis
goingontoday.”
oitand
usedh
trifles,thesedgesalongthebanksandtheblueand
greendragoheuntesshatsheo
enjoysuchpeacefulpleasuresinantgriefs;but
naturesagicgiftof
nsolatiosofalovefullofrestraineddesires
harnizean
hashevoluptuous
sheboatvaguelyrespondstothethoughtsthatarefloating
inhissoul.thelanguidinfluehisdoublepoesy.
ysteriousgraces;
lookspassionedrayssharingthelightshedbroadcastbythe
sunonthegloeadohalonghweflew.
ourspirit,nolongerkeptdoeasuredtreadofour
footsteps,tookpossessionoftheuniverse.theaboundingjoyofa
childatliberty,gracefulinitstioiginitsplay,is
thelivingexpressionoftselvesby
beingideallytheedofbyplatoandknoo
allhhasbeenfilledhablessedlove.todescribeto
youthathour,notinitsindescribabledetailsbutinitsessence,i
stsaytoyouthatate
andinausthehappiness
ouroscraved;itsoperatedourbeingthattheuntess
tookoffherglovesaherhandsfloatintheerasiftool
aninouth,openinglikearoseto
thebreeze,gavevoiodesire.youknoonyofdeep
tonesnglingperfectlyhhighonesever,no
reonyofourthisonehour,h
nevercaagain.
”thebanks
youown”
”nearpontderuan,”shereplied.”ahpont
deruantoonsieurdertsaufhaslatelyboughtforty
aeadohthesavingsofthe
arrearageofhispensiohatsurpriseyou”
”surprise”icried;”ihatallthevalleywereyours.”she
anseile.presentlyebeletoa
placeheindrehefishingwasgoingon.
”artineau”shesaid.
”ah,dalatesse,suchbadluckthe
llthelastthreehours,andhavetakennothing.”
tochthedrahelast,andall
threeofussatdoheshadeofa”bouillard,”asortofpoplar
haebark,hebanksofthedahe
loireprobablyonthoseoferivers,andsheds,inthe
springoftheyear,aeandsilkyfluff,theveringofits
floesshadreveredheraugustserenity;shehalf
regrettedtheunveilingriefs,ahatshehadcried
aloudlikejob,insteadofagdalen,agdalen
houtloves,alas,alities,butnothoutbeautyand
fragraheatherfeetfulloffish;tench,barbels,
pike,perouscarp,onthe
grass.
”dabringsluck”exclaidthekeeper.
allthelaborersopeheireyesastheylookedirationat
theaohavetouchedthes.justthen
thehuntsneadoafull
gallop.feartookpossessionofher.jacqueshus,andthe
thersfirstthought,asvirgilsopoeticallysays,istopressher
childrentoherbreasthreatens.
”jacquesyboy”
shedidnotloveifshehadlovedishouldhaveseenuponher
faceysufferingsthatexpressionofalioness
indespair.
”dalatesse,nsieurleteisworse.”
shebreathedrefreelyandstartedtoruntohegourde,
folloeandbydeleine.
”folloesloletthedearchild
overheatherself.youseehoonsieurdertsauftookthat
intoaperspiration,andsittingunder
theaybetheisfortune.”
theidstitation,shohe
purityofhersoul.thedeathoftheuntasfortuneshereached
clochegreatrapidity,passingthroughagapinthewall
andcrossingthefields.iretuedslotesed
nd,butasthelightningfallsandblaststhegatheredharvest.
ontheriverihadfanciedibitterly
thesiyofhereverythingis
nothing.ilovedhthedesireofalovethatknoitseeks;
ingtransports,andishe
pleasuresofthesoulbecauseithershe
futurekeepsinstore.ifheeloved,itainthatshe
ks.shelivedby
feelingsonly,likeasainthgod.iheobjehher
thoughtsfastenedasbeessuponthebranchofafloree.
indjealousyireproachedselfthatihaddarednothing,that
ihadnottightehebondsofatendeessedtoat
thatilethanreal,bythesofpositive
possession.
theuntsillness,causedperhapsbyachilluhetree,
becaalarnginafeousdoctor
nadet,butuntilevening.hespentthat
nightadayatclochegourde.anin
questofleeches,butthedoctor,thinkingthecaseurgent,o
bleedtheuely,buthadbroughtnola.iat
onidstofastorrousedasurgeon,
nsieurdeslandes,andpelledhioeostcelerity
toierahe
bleedingsavedhibutinspiteofthisprelinarysuccessthe
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