Christmas Story, by Guy de Maupassant
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Dr. Bonenfant was looking in his memory, repeating in a low voice: “A Christmas memory? … A Christmas memory?” And suddenly he exclaimed: “But if I have one, and still a strange one; this is a fantastic story. I saw … Read More

The legend of Mont Saint-Michel, by Guy de Maupassant
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I had first seen it at Cancale, this fairy-tale castle planted in the sea. I had seen him confusedly, a gray shadow rising from the misty sky. I saw him again at Avranches, in the setting sun. The immensity of … Read More

The bed, by Guy de Maupassant
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In a torrid afternoon of the last summer, the vast Hotel des Ventes seemed asleep, and the auctioneers adjudged in a dying voice. In a room at the back, on the first floor, a lot of old church silk was … Read More