Short stories of the tragedy and comedy of life with a critical preface . tion of those broomssweeping the streets of Paris in the early mornmg. When she got into her room, she threw herself onto her bed, and cried. CHRISTMAS EVE HE Christmas-eve supper!* Oh! no, ! shall never go in for that again! Stout Henri Templier said that in a furious voice, as if some one had proposed some crime to him, while the others laughed and said: **What are you flying into a rageabout?Because a Christmas-eve supper playedme the dirtiest trick in the world, and eversince 1 have felt an insurmountable horror fort
Short stories of the tragedy and comedy of life with a critical preface . tion of those broomssweeping the streets of Paris in the early mornmg. When she got into her room, she threw herself onto her bed, and cried. CHRISTMAS EVE HE Christmas-eve supper!* Oh! no, ! shall never go in for that again! Stout Henri Templier said that in a furious voice, as if some one had proposed some crime to him, while the others laughed and said: **What are you flying into a rageabout?Because a Christmas-eve supper playedme the dirtiest trick in the world, and eversince 1 have felt an insurmountable horror forthat night of imbecile us about want to know what it was? Very wellthen, just listen. You remember how cold it was two years agoat Christmas; cold enough to kill poor people in thestreets. The Seine was covered with ice; the pave-ments froze ones feet through the soles of onesboots, and the whole world seemed to be at thepoint of congealing. *A great institution in France, and especially in Paris, at whichblack puddings are an indispensable dish.(266). CHRISTMAS EVE 267 I had a big piece of work on, and refusedevery invitation to supper, as I preferred to spend thenight at my writing table. I dined alone and thenbegan to work. But about ten oclock I grew restlessat the thought of the gay and busy life all over Paris,at the noise in the streets which reached me in spiteof everything, at my neighbors preparations for sup-per, which I heard through the walls. I hardly knewany longer what I was doing; I wrote nonsense, andat last I came to the conclusion that I had better giveup all hope of producing any good work that night. I walked up and down my room; I sat downand got up again. I was certainly under the mysteri-ous influence of the enjoyment outside, and I resignedmyself to it. So I rang for my servant, and said toher: Angela, go and get a good supper for two; someoysters, a cold partridge, some crayfish, ham, andsome cakes. Put out two bottles of champagne,
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