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قراءة كتاب Jack 1877
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JACK
By Alphonse Daudet
Translated by Mary Neal Sherwood
From The Fortieth Thousand, French Edition.
Estes And Lauriat, 1877
CONTENTS
CHAPTER II.~~THE SCHOOL IN THE AVENUE MONTAIGNE.
CHAPTER V.~~A DINNER WITH IDA.
CHAPTER VI.~~AMAURY D'ARGENTON.
CHAPTER VIII.~~JACK'S DEPARTURE.
CHAPTER IX.~~PARVA DOMUS, MAGNA QUIES.
CHAPTER X.~~THE FIRST APPEARANCE OF BÉLISAIRE.
CHAPTER XII.~~LIFE IS NOT A ROMANCE.
CHAPTER XIV.~~A MIDNIGHT INTERVIEW.
CHAPTER XV.~~CHARLOTTE'S JOURNEY.
CHAPTER XVII.~~IN THE ENGINE-ROOM.
CHAPTER XVIII.~~D'ARGENTON'S MAGAZINE.
CHAPTER XIX.~~THE CONVALESCENT.
CHAPTER XX.~~THE WEDDING-PARTY.
CHAPTER XXI.~~EFFECTS OF POETRY.
CHAPTER XXII.~~CÉCILE UNHAPPY RESOLVE.
JACK
CHAPTER I.~~VAURIGARD.
"With a k, sir; with a k. The name is written and pronounced as in English. The child's godfather was English. A major-general in the Indian army. Lord Pembroke. You know him, perhaps? A man of distinction and of the highest connections. But—you understand—M. l'Abbé! How deliciously he danced! He died a frightful death at Singapore some years since, in a tiger-chase organized in his honor by a rajah, one of his friends. These rajahs, it seems, are absolute monarchs in their own country,—and one especially is very celebrated. What is his name? Wait a moment. Ah! I have it. Rana-Ramah."
"Pardon me, madame," interrupted the abbé, smiling, in spite of himself, at the rapid flow of words, and at the swift change of ideas. "After Jack, what name?"
With his elbow on his desk, and his head slightly bent, the priest examined from out the corners of eyes bright with ecclesiastical shrewdness, the young woman who sat before him, with her Jack standing at her side.
The lady was faultlessly dressed in the fashion of the day and the hour. It was December, 1858. The richness of her furs, the lustrous folds of her black costume, and the discreet originality of her hat, all told the story of a woman who owns her carriage, and who steps from her carpets to her coupé without the vulgar contact of the streets. Her head was small, which always lends height to a woman. Her pretty face had all the bloom of fresh fruit. Smiling and gay, additional vivacity was imparted by large, clear eyes and brilliant teeth, which were to be seen even when her face was in repose. The mobility of her countenance was extraordinary. Either this, or the lips half parted as if about to speak, or the narrow brow,—something there was, at all events, that indicated an absence of reflective powers, a lack of culture, and possibly explained the blanks in the conversation of this pretty woman; blanks that reminded one of those little Japanese baskets fitting one into another, the last of which is always empty.
As to the child, picture to yourself an emaciated boy of seven or eight, who had evidently outgrown his strength. He was dressed as English boys are dressed, and as befitted his name spelled with a k. His legs were bare, and he wore a Scotch cap and a plaid. The costume