Giới thiệu truyện
Flore
BY STANLEY J. WEYMAN
It was about a month after my marriage, and, third clerk to the most noble the bishop of Beauvais, and even admitted on occasions to write in his presence and prepare his minutes, who should marry if I might not? It was about a month after my marriage, I say, Monsieur, that the thunderbolt, to which I have referred, fell and shattered my fortunes, I rose one morning—they were firing guns for the victory of Rocroy I remember, so that it must have been eight weeks or more after the death of the late king, and the glorious rising of the sun of France—and who so happy as I. A summer morning, Monsieur, and bright, and I had all I wished. The river as it sparkled and rippled against the piers of the Pont Neuf far below, the wet roofs that twinkled under our garret window, were not more brilliant than my lord's fortunes, and as is the squirrel so is the tail.
Of a certainty, I was happy that morning. I thought of the little hut under the pinewood at Gabas, and my father cobbling by the unglazed window, his nightcap on his bald head, and his face plastered where the shred had slipped, and I puffed out my cheeks to think that I had climbed so high. High! how high
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