Books with author Paul de Kock

I RUE COUTURE-SAINTE-CATHERINE It was two o'clock on a cold, damp morning; the fine snow, which melted as soon as it touched the ground, made the streets slippery and dirty, and Rue Culture-Sainte-Catherine,—then called Couture-Sainte-Catherine,—although it was one of the broadest streets in Paris, was as black and gloomy as any blind alley in the Cité to-day. But these things took place in the year one thousand six hundred and thirty-four; and I need not tell you that in those days no such devices for street lighting as lanterns, gas, or electric lights were known. The man who should have discovered the last-named invention, which, in truth, savors strongly of the magical, would surely have been subjected to the ordinary and extraordinary torture for a recompense. Those were the good old times! Everything new aroused suspicion; people believed much more readily in sorcerers, the devil, and magic, than in the results of study and learning and the reasoning of the human intellect

Excerpt from The Works of Charles Paul De Kock, Vol. 1: GustaveThus Old Lucas talked to his horse on the road that runs between Louvres and Ermenonville and endeavored by words, often accompanied by ex pressive gestures, to encourage Zephyr, who did not trot any faster for all that, but who, on the contrary, seemed to be perfectly satisfied with the amount of travelling he had already done that day.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.comThis book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.

Excerpt from The Bath Keepers, or Paris in Those Days, Vol. 1 It was two o'clock on a cold, damp morning; the fine snow, which melted as soon as it touched the ground, made the streets slippery and dirty, and Rue Culture sainte-catherine, - then called couture-sainte-catherine, - although it was one of the broadest streets in Paris, was as black and gloomy as any blind alley in the Cité today. But these things took place in the year one thousand six hundred and thirty-four; and I need not tell you that in those days no such devices for street lighting as lan terns, gas, or electric lights were known. The man who should have discovered the last-named invention, which, in truth, savors strongly of the magical, would surely have been subjected to the ordinary and extraordinary torture for a recompense. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.

Excerpt from The Bath Keepers, or Paris in Those Days, Vol. 1It was two o'clock on a cold, damp morning; the fine snow, which melted as soon as it touched the ground, made the streets slippery and dirty, and Rue Culture sainte-catherine, - then called couture-sainte-catherine, - although it was one of the broadest streets in Paris, was as black and gloomy as any blind alley in the Cité today.But these things took place in the year one thousand six hundred and thirty-four; and I need not tell you that in those days no such devices for street lighting as lan terns, gas, or electric lights were known. The man who should have discovered the last-named invention, which, in truth, savors strongly of the magical, would surely have been subjected to the ordinary and extraordinary torture for a recompense.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.comThis book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.

Excerpt from My Neighbor Raymond, Vol. 2: Translated Into EnglishCome, neighbor, come, have you got no further than your breeches yet?A part of the toilet which requires the most scrupulous nicety; one has to be so careful that there are no wrinkles.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.comThis book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.

Excerpt from The Damsel of the Three SkirtsConsequently, should you live to be sixty, you will have given twenty years to slumber. Frankly now, do you not think that it is too much? Ah, I already hear you saying, Why, monsieur, one doesn't sleep all night without awakening; I never have eight hours' sleep.So be it; I am willing to admit it. Then, in place of twenty years' sleep I will credit you with fifteen; still, is not even that a good deal of time to lose?Sleep, says Montaigne, stifles and sup presses the faculties of the mind.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.comThis book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.

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Excerpt from My Neighbor Raymond, Vol. 1Why don't you take care, monsieur? - you are very awkward, said a low, sweet voice, which anger even had not deprived of its charm.I have always had a weakness for agreeable voices, and quickly descending from the ethereal regions, whither I had mounted only for lack of something better to do, I looked at the person who had addressed me. It was a young girl of from sixteen to eighteen years of age, who was attired in a little cap tied under the chin and a neat gown of cotton print, as well as a modest apron of black bombazine - all of which gave her the appearance of a little working girl who was coming from her day's work and returning home. Quickly I looked at her face; my word, it was charming eyes lively and mischievous, a small nose, beauti ful teeth, black hair, an agreeable expression of countenance and a certain grace of bearing. I must confess that I had seen nothing so charming in the moon.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.comThis book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.