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Synopsis
Excerpt: ...When he saw it he felt the same sensation he had felt in the bedroom upstairs. All his love, all the hot wrath of the betrayed husband poured back into his heart with the frantic force that makes assassins. What was she writing to him? What lie had she invented now? He was about to open the letter; then he paused. He realized that, if he should read that, it would be all over with his courage; so he leaned over to the old cashier, and said in an undertone: "Sigismond, old friend, will you do me a favor?" "I should think so!" said the worthy man enthusiastically. He was so delighted to hear his friend speak to him in the kindly voice of the old days. "Here's a letter someone has written me which I don't wish to read now. I am sure it would interfere with my thinking and living. You must keep it for me, and this with it." He took from his pocket a little package carefully tied, and handed it to him through the grating. "That is all I have left of the past, all I have left of that woman. I have determined not to see her, nor anything that reminds me of her, until my task here is concluded, and concluded satisfactorily,-I need all my intelligence, you understand. You will pay the Chebes' allowance. If she herself should ask for anything, you will give her what she needs. But you will never mention my name. And you will keep this package safe for me until I ask you for it." Sigismond locked the letter and the package in a secret drawer of his desk with other valuable papers. Risler returned at once to his correspondence; but all the time he had before his eyes the slender English letters traced by a little hand which he had so often and so ardently pressed to his heart. CHAPTER XXIII CAFE CHANTANT What a rare, what a conscientious clerk did that new employe of the house of Fromont prove himself! Every day his lamp was the first to appear at, and the last to disappear from, the windows of the factory. A little room had been arranged for him under the...
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About the Author
Alphonse Daudet wurde am 13.05.1840 in Nîmes/Provence geboren; er starb am 16.12.1897 in Paris.Alphonse verlebte seine Kindheit in Lyon. Nach dem Bankrott seines Vaters war er 1856 gezwungen, die Schule zu verlassen. Er arbeitete dann als Amtsdiener in Alès.1857 zog er nach Paris zu seinem älteren Bruder Ernest. Alphonse begann dort seine schriftstellerische Tätigkeit. 1860 wurde er Sekretär des Herzogs von Morny, von der Pension nach dem Tode des Herzogs konnte er seine schriftstellerische Tätigkeit finanzieren.
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