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The Girl with the Golden Eyes

By: Honoré de Balzac

...hold, gaunt, yellow, tawny. Is not Paris a vast field in perpetual turmoil from a storm of interests beneath which are whirled along a crop of human b... ...a movement of disgust towards the capital, that vast workshop of delights, from 4 The Girl with the Golden Eyes which, in a short time, they cannot e... ...then lights up again, with shooting sparks, and is con- sumed. In no other country has life ever been more ardent or acute. The social nature, even in... ...owers of a day—ephemeral trifles; and so, too, it throws up fire and flame from its eternal crater. Per- haps, before analyzing the causes which lend ... ... will never be missed by it. What, then, is the dominating impulse in this country without morals, without faith, without any sentiment, wherein, how-... ...Paquita, tranquilly. “My dear Adolphe, she is my mother, a slave bought in Georgia for her rare beauty, little enough of which remains to-day. She onl... ...ing, cadaverous, mon- strous, savagely ferocious, which the imagination of poets and painters had not yet conceived. In effect, no rendezvous had ever... ...n’s feet. The chink of the gold was potent enough to excite a smile on the Georgian’s impassive face. “I come at the right moment for you, my sister,”... ... not overlook?” “I have her mother,” replied the Marquise, designating the Georgian, to whom she made a sign to remain. “We shall meet again,” said He...

...urely, the general aspect of the Parisian populace-- a people fearful to behold, gaunt, yellow, tawny. Is not Paris a vast field in perpetual turmoil from a storm of interests beneath which are whirled along a crop of human beings, who are, more often than not, reaped by death, only to be born again as pinched as ever, men whose twisted and contorted faces give out at ever...

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