English
Tiếng Việt
Français
Deutsch
Español
中文
Русский
日本語
Dansk
Nederlands
Suomi
Polski
Italiano
Português
한국어Cultural
Chapter XXVI. Bitter Disappointment
When we got to the street the clerk hailed a cab and told us to jump in. The strange looking vehicle, with the coachman sitting on a box at the back of a hood that covered us, I learned later was a hansom cab. Mattia and I were huddled in a corner with Capi between […]
Chapter XXVII. A Distressing Discovery
My father left the candle with us, but locked the caravan on the outside. We got into bed as quickly as possible, without chatting, as was our habit. Mattia did not seem to want to talk any more than I and I was pleased that he was silent. We blew the candle out, but I […]
Chapter XXVIII. A Mysterious Stranger
If I had been in Mattia’s place, I should perhaps have had as much imagination as he, but I felt in my position that it was wrong for me to have such thoughts. It had been proved beyond a doubt that Mr. Driscoll was my father. I could not look at the matter from the […]
Chapter XXIX. In Prison
Spring came slowly, but at last the day arrived for the family to leave London. The caravans had been repainted and were loaded with merchandise. There were materials, hats, shawls, handkerchiefs, sweaters, underwear, ear-rings, razors, soap, powders, cream, everything that one could imagine. The...
Chapter XXX. Escape
I had not been acquitted because the judge was expecting the arrest of the man who had entered the church with the child. They would then know if I was this man’s accomplice. They were on the trail, the prosecutor had said, so I should have the shame and sorrow of appearing in the...
Chapter XXXI. Hunting for the Swan
For some time after Bob’s brother left we heard only the noise of the wind and the sea dashing against the keel, then footsteps were heard on the deck above and the grinding of pulleys. A sail was hoisted, then suddenly the boat leaned to one side and began to rock. In a few moments […]
Chapter XXXII. Finding A Real Mother
“Forward! March! Children!” cried Mattia after we had thanked the woman. “It is not only Arthur and Mrs. Milligan now that we are going after, but Lise. What luck! Who knows what’s in store for us!” We went on our way in search of the Swan, only stopping just to sleep...
Ninety – Three. Written by the great French writer Victor Hugo
Contents Part I. At sea Book I. The forest of la saudraie. Book II. The corvette “claymore.” I. England and france united II. Night with the ship and the passenger III. Patrician and plebeian united IV. Tormentum belli V. Vis et vir VI. The two ends of the scale...
Chapter XXXIII. The Dream Come True
Years have passed. I now live in the home of my ancestors, Milligan Park. The miserable little wanderer who slept so often in a stable was heir to an old historical castle. It is a beautiful old place about twenty miles west of the spot where I jumped from the train to escape from the […]
Book I. The forest of la saudraie.
During the last days of May, 1793, one of the Parisian battalions introduced into Brittany by Santerre was reconnoitring the formidable La Saudraie Woods in Astillé. Decimated by this cruel war, the battalion was reduced to about three hundred men. This was at the time when, after Argonne,...
Chapter I. England and france united
In the spring of 1793, when France, attacked at one and the same time on all her frontiers, experienced the pathetic diversion of the downfall of the Girondists, the following events were taking place in the Channel Islands. In Jersey, one evening on the first of June, about an hour before sunset,...
Chapter II. Night with the ship and the passenger
The corvette, instead of sailing south, in the direction of St. Catherine, headed to the north, then, veering towards the west, had boldly entered that arm of the sea between Sark and Jersey called the Passage of the Déroute. There was then no lighthouse, at any point on either coast. It had been...
Chapter IV. Tormentum belli
One of the carronades of the battery, a twenty-four pound cannon, had become loose. This is perhaps the most dreadful thing that can take place at sea. Nothing more terrible can happen to a man-of-war under full sail. A cannon that breaks loose from its fastenings is suddenly transformed into a...
Chapter V. Vis et vir
The cannon was rolling to and fro on the deck. It might have been called the living chariot of the Apocalypse. A dim wavering of lights and shadows was added to this spectacle by the marine lantern, swinging under the deck. The outlines of the cannon were indistinguishable, by reason of the...
Chapter VI. The two ends of the scale
The man had conquered; but it might be affirmed that the cannon also had gained a victory. Immediate shipwreck was averted; but the corvette was still in danger. The injuries the ship had sustained seemed irreparable. There were five breaches in the sides, one of them – a very large one...
Chapter VII. He who sets sail invests in a lottery
But what was to become of the corvette? The clouds that had mingled all night with the waves had now fallen so low that they overspread the sea like a mantle, and completely shut out the horizon. Nothing but fog, – always a dangerous situation, even for a seaworthy vessel. A heavy swell was...
Chapter VIII. 9 : 380
The corvette was little better than a wreck. A sepulchral solemnity pervaded the dim twilight, the darkness of the clouds, the confused changes of the horizon, and the mysterious sullenness of the waves. There was no sound except the hostile blasts of the wind. The catastrophe rose majestic from...
Chapter IX. Some one escapes
The passenger had not left the deck; he watched all that was going on with his customary impassibility. Boisberthelot went up to him. “Sir,” he said, “the preparations are completed. We are now clinging to our grave; we shall not relax our hold. We must succumb either to the...
Chapter X. Does he escape?
A few minutes later, one of those small boats called a gig, which are always devoted to the use of the captain, pushed off from the ship. There were two men in this boat, – the passenger in the stern, and the volunteer sailor in the bow. The night was still very dark. The sailor, […]
Chapter I. Speech is word
The old man slowly lifted his head. He who had addressed him was about thirty years of age. The tan of the sea was upon his brow; there was something unusual about his eyes, as if the simple pupils of the peasant had taken on the keen expression of the sailor; he held his oars […]
Chapter II. A peasant’s memory is worth as much as the captain’s science
The provisions with which the boat had been stocked were far from superfluous; for the two fugitives were forced to make long détours, and were thirty-six hours in reaching the coast. They passed the night at sea; but the night was fine, with more moonlight than is pleasing to people who wish to...
Chapter I. On the top of the dune
The old man waited until Halmalo was out of sight; then drawing his sea-cloak more closely around him, he started walking slowly, wrapt in thought. He took the direction of Huisnes; Halmalo had gone towards Beauvoir. Behind him rose the enormous triangle of Mont Saint-Michel, with its cathedral...
Chapter II. Aures habet, et non audiet
The old man sat motionless. He was not consciously thinking, nor yet was he dreaming. Around him was peace, repose, assurance of safety, solitude. Although night had shut down upon the woods, and in the valley below it was nearly dark, broad daylight still rested on the dune. The moon was rising in...
Chapter III. The usefulness of big letters
Some one was surely caught in a trap. Who could it be? A shudder shook this man of steel. It could not be he. His arrival could not have been discovered. It was impossible for the representatives to have learned it already, for he had but just stepped on shore. The corvette had surely foundered...
