... of Journal des débats. There has been lots of talk on the origins of the French novel of the 19th century: Stendhal, Balzac, Dumas, Gautier, Sand or Hugo. One often forgets Eugène Sue. Still, The Mysteries of Paris occupies a unique space in the birth of this literary genre: it entranced thousands of readers for more than a year (even illiterates who had episodes read to ...

... ordinary elephant. Near the root of this trunk was an immense quantity of black shaggy hair—more than could have been supplied by the coats of a scor... ... vengeance was complete. The eight corpses swung in their chains, a fetid, blackened, 29 V olume Five hideous, and indistinguishable mass. The crippl... ...not possible to mistake. These were known by their coats and pantaloons of black or brown, made to sit comfortably, with white cravats and waistcoats,... ...mend to young men temperance in eating and drinking. Just so, too, Jacobus Hugo has satisfied himself that, by Euenis, Homer meant to insinuate John C... ...f the villain at all, and one day when he had been cuffed until he grew so black in the face that one might have mistaken him for a little African, an... ...ever- end than his whole appearance; for he not only had on a full suit of black, but his shirt was perfectly clean and the collar turned very neatly ...

...th careless deprecation. “Y es, indeed you must; it would suit you—in your black dress, now,” said Celia, insistingly. “Y ou might wear that.” “Not fo... ... dog, will you?” The objectionable puppy, whose nose and eyes were equally black and expressive, was thus got rid of, since Miss Brooke decided that i... ...ig seems to me more funereal than a hearse. But then Mrs. Waule always has black crape on. How does she man- age it, Rosy? Her friends can’t always be... ... the last performance, and assuring missy that her voice was as clear as a blackbird’s, when Mr. Lydgate’s horse passed the window. His dull expectati... ... tive pauses. Do not imagine his sickly aspect to have been of the yellow, black-haired sort: he had a pale blond skin, thin gray-besprinkled brown ha... ...Baucis. Cette vieillesse la, ressemblance du soir avec l’aurore.” — Victor Hugo: L’homme qui rit. MRS. GARTH, HEARING CALEB enter the passage about te...