| Ursule Mirouet Contributor(s): De Balzac, Honore (Author) |
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ISBN: 0217654274 ISBN-13: 9780217654272 Publisher: General Books OUR PRICE: $8.93 Product Type: Paperback - Other Formats Published: January 2012 * Not available - Not in print at this time * |
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| BISAC Categories: - History - Literary Collections |
| Dewey: 843.7 |
| Physical Information: 0.17" H x 7.44" W x 9.69" (0.36 lbs) 82 pages |
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| Publisher Description: This historic book may have numerous typos, missing text, images, or index. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. 1895. Not illustrated. Excerpt: ... * I swear to you, my dear mother, ' said he, holding out his hand over the bed, 'never again to give you the least trouble of the same kind, and to do all in my power to repair my past errors.' 'Come to breakfast, my child, ' she said, and she left the room. If the laws of the stage are to be applied to narrative, Savinien's arrival, by introducing at Nemours the only actor as yet missing from the personages of this little drama, here completes the prologue. PART II THE MINORET PROPERTY The action began with a scene so hackneyed in literature, whether old or new, that no one would believe in its effect in 1829 if the principal figure were not an old lady of Brittany, a Kergarouet and an emigree. But it must at once be made clear that in 1829 the nobility had reconquered in society some of the ground it had lost in political influence. Moreover, the feeling which governs grand-parents when matrimonial suitability is in question, is imperishable; it is closely implicated with the existence of civilised society, and founded in family spirit. It is supreme at Geneva as at Vienna, and as at Nemours, where Zelie Levrault had refused her consent to her son's marrying the daughter of a bastard. Still, every social law has its exceptions. Savinien proposed trying to bend his mother's pride before Ursule's innate nobility. The battle began forthwith. As soon as he was seated at table his mother began to tell him of the dreadful letters, as she called them, written to her by the Kergarouets and the Portendueres. 'The Family has ceased to exist, my dear mother, ' replied Savinien. 'Nothing is left but the Individual. The nobility no longer form a compact body. Nowadays no one asks if you are a Portenduere, or if you are brave, or a statesman; all that any one inquires |
