Because the car parked in a very high place, far from the sea, from the entry tax collection point overlooking, as from the top of the hill, see a blue-grey * Deep pool, almost dizzying, I opened the car window glass; waves, waves broken, its voice is clear, soft and clear contains some kind of noble. Things. It's like a measuring sign, breaking our habitual sense, showing us that vertical distance can be integrated with horizontal distance, far from our brain's habitual expression, and showing that these distances are less distant once they bring the sky closer to us; and for sounds traveling through them, such as The distance will be shorter with the sound of waves, because the environment it needs to travel through is more pure, isn't it? Indeed, the sound of the waves could not be heard if only two metres were retreated from the market tax collection office, but the 200-metre cliff did not take away the soft, subtle, beautiful and clear voice. I thought to myself that in the face of this situation, my grandmother would be amazed. Any expression of nature or art would arouse her admiration and discover its greatness from its ordinary. I was so excited that I swept everything around me away. I was touched by the fact that the Vildirans sent a car to meet us at the station. I told my feelings to Mrs. Prince, but she thought it was just a common courtesy, and I exaggerated its weight. I knew that shortly afterwards, she had told Godard that she thought I was very enthusiastic about people, but Godard answered that I was too emotional and needed to take tranquilizers and knitting wool. I directed Mrs. Prince's attention to every tree, every hut, which seemed to be crushed by a round flower; I made her appreciate everything, and wished to keep her close to her heart. She told me that she found me gifted in painting, that I should paint, and that it was strange that no one had asked me that. She admits that the place is really beautiful. We passed through the small village of Angleskeville (Brishaw told us it was called Engleberti Villa), which was situated high on the top of the hill. Mrs. Prince, do you think today's dinner will be held as scheduled despite Deschamps'death? Brishaw then asked, not wanting to send a horse-drawn carriage to pick up the station. We were already in the carriage, and that was the answer in itself. Yes, "Mrs. Prince answered." The reason why Mr. Vildiran insisted that the dinner should never be pushed back was to avoid his wife's "nostalgia" for the old man. Besides, for many years, she never stopped receiving visitors on Wednesday. If she suddenly changed her habits, she would not be shocked. During these days, she was very upset. Mr. Vildiran is very happy for you to come to dinner tonight, because he knows that it will help her relax. The prince's wife said, forgetting that she pretended she had never heard of me before." I think you'd better not say anything in front of Mrs. Vildiran." The prince's wife added another sentence. Ah! You reminded me that you did the right thing." Brishaw said innocently, "I convey this advice to Godard." The car stopped for a moment, then went on, but the gurgling wheels disappeared as it passed through the village. It turned out that we had entered Las Player's welcoming road, and Mr. Vildiran had been waiting above the stone steps." It's right for me to wear a tailless dress." He said that it was very unhappy to find all the followers wearing tailless dresses." My guests are so elegant." But when I apologized for wearing a suit jacket, he said, "Oh, that's good. Here is a dinner between friends. I'd like to lend you one of my tailless dresses, but it may not fit well." Stepping into the front hall of Las Player to mourn the death of the pianist, Brishaw was full of excitement and affection with his master, Shakehand, but did not arouse any reaction from each other. I expressed my admiration for the place to my master. Ah! Well, you haven't seen anything yet. We'll let you have a good look. Why don't you want to stay here for a few weeks? The air here is wonderful." Brishaw feared that his handshake would not be ignored." Hey! That poor Deschamble!" He said, but his voice was so low that he feared Mrs. Vildiran was not far away." It's terrible." Mr. Vildiran answered with ease." So young." Brishaw continued. Mr. Vildiran was unhappy about the delay in talking about such unimportant things, so he retaliated with a quick voice, accompanied by a sharp moan, but it did not express sadness, but anger and impatience: "Oh, yeah, but what can you do about it? We can't do anything about it, with a few words from us." It can't bring him back to life, can it? After that, he was pleasant, and there was no lack of joy in it: "Ouch, my good friend Brishaw, put down the things he had with him at once. We can't wait to cook Provence Fish Soup. Especially in the name of heaven, don't mention Deschamps to your wife! You know, she hides most of her inner feelings, but she really has the problem of knowing more about kindness. Oh, no, I swear to you that when she learns about the scum of Deschampur's death, she's going to cry." Mr. Vildiran said sarcastically. Listening to his tone, it seems that only when he suffers from mental disorder, will he mourn a friend who has 30 years of friendship. In addition, it is also dimly felt that, for him, in the perpetual union of the Vildirans, it is inevitable for the husband to comment on his wife and the wife to provoke her husband's anger. ” If you mention it to her, she'll make a mistake again. It's only three weeks since the bronchitis got better. It's unfortunate. In this case, it's up to me to take care of the patients. You see, I just got rid of that bad job. In the bottom of your heart, you can regret the fate of Deschamble as much as you like. Think about it, but don't say it. I like Deschamble very much, but you can't blame me me for loving my wife more. Well, here comes Godard. You can ask him." Yes, Godard knows that a family doctor is naturally good at providing many small conveniences, such as advising people not to be depressed and sad.

English means "shake hands".

The obedient Dr. Godard said to the hostess, "If you go on like this, you'll have to get me a 39 degree fever tomorrow," as if he said to the cook, "You'll have to get me some beef tomorrow." Medical science does not need to be used to cure diseases and save people. It even manages to change the meanings of verbs and pronouns.

Mr. Vildiran was pleased to see that Saniette, despite the rude treatment he had received the night before, did not turn his back on the little core. It is true that Mrs. Vildiran and her husband have developed a cruel character in their idleness, but there are few occasions where they can vent, and once they have seized the right moment, they will not have enough. They can provoke the relationship between Audrey and Swan, Brishaw and his mistress. There is no doubt that they can do it again for others. But not every day. On the other hand, because Saniette is passionate and exciting, because he is timid and afraid of things, but easy to get angry, he became their daily outlet. But they are also afraid that he will be discouraged, so they should pay attention to good words and persuade him to come back. It's like in middle school, repeaters deceive new students, and in the army, veterans deceive new recruits, catch them and make fun of them when they can't break away. "Be careful," Dr. Godard warned Brishaw, without hearing Mr. Vildiran. "Don't say anything in front of Mrs. Vildiran." Don't be afraid, Godard. You're dealing with a sage, as Theocritus said. What's more, Mr. Vildiran is right. Why do we complain? He added that he could understand Mr. Vildiran's speech and thought, but lacked sophistication and praised the boldest asceticism in his words. Anyway, that's a big lost talent. Why are you still talking about Deschamps?" Mr. Vildiran said that he had been walking in front of us and had come back to see that we had not followed him. Listen to me, "he said to Brishaw." Don't exaggerate everything. This is not a reason, because he died, he was called a genius, but he is not a genius. He plays well, that's all right. He's very good here; if he moves somewhere else, he'll be dead. My wife's infatuation with him created his reputation. You know what she's like. I would also like to say that for his fame, he died at the right time and hurried, just like one of Caen's lady cranes, barbecued by Bonbiye's stunts. It tasted just right, I hope so (unless you call it immortal in this windy palace castle on all sides). You're not going to be angry with us all because Deschamble is dead. For a year, before he gave a concert, he had to practice scales so as to restore his flexibility temporarily, just temporarily. What's more, tonight you'll hear that you can meet at least one person, because after dinner this fellow leaves art to play cards, another artist besides Deschamps, a little artist my wife finds (just like she found Deschampur, Badrevsky and others): Morrel 。 He hasn't come yet, this fellow. I had to send a car to pick him up the last train. He came with an old friend of his family, who had found him again. But the old friend was so attached to him that he had to stay with him in order not to offend his father. Otherwise, he had to stay in East Sierra and keep company with him: that was Baron Charles. The old owners and employees came in one by one. Mr. Vildiran stayed behind with me, and I was undressing. He jokingly took my arm as if the host of the dinner party had come out in person without a woman to guide you. Did you have a pleasant journey?

"Yes, Mr. Brishaw taught me something that interested me," I recalled the bizarre etymologies, and I also heard that the Vildirans admired Brishaw very much. I'd be surprised if he hadn't taught you anything, "Mr. Vildiran said to me." He's a modest gentleman who knows very little about it. I feel unfair to such compliments." He looks very attractive, "I said." My wife loves him and I love him too! Mr. Vildiran answered, exaggerating as an endorsement. Then I realized that she was sarcastic about what Brishaw had said to me. So I wondered, for a long time, when I heard, whether Mr. Vildiran had really not wavered in his wife's control. Float

The sculptor was greatly surprised to learn that the Vildirans agreed to receive Mr. de Charles. At that time, in St. Germain, Mr. de Charles was very famous, but people never talked about his virtues (most people did not understand his virtues, while others doubted his virtues. They thought it was a fanatical friendship, but it was a Platonic spiritual love, but it was a misdemeanor, but this kind of love was wrong. Such indiscretions are carefully concealed by the few insiders who shrug their shoulders to show their disdain if a hostile Galactic woman gives a hint. These virtues are hardly known by several loved ones. On the contrary, far away from where he lives, they get paid a lot of money every day. Their slander, like some shells exploding, can only be heard after the silent zone is disturbed. Moreover, in the bourgeoisie and art circles, he is regarded as the incarnation of homosexuality, and his head is elegant, his birth is noble, people do not know at all. Such a phenomenon is unique. In Romanians'mind, the surname of Longsa is known as the surname of the great aristocracy, but the poems of Longsa are seldom known. Know. More seriously, Lonza's aristocratic status in Romania was originally based on a fallacy. In the same way, if we say that in the field of painting and comedy, Mr. de Charles has long been notorious, after all, because people confuse him with Count Lebrova de Charles. Count Charles and Baron Charles have no relatives and no reason, even if they have something to do with each other, they have a very long history. Arrested in a famous police raid, perhaps by mistake. In short, the stories of Mr. de Charles are all related to false Charles. Many professionals assert that they have had a relationship with Mr. De Charles and, out of sincerity, believe that false Charles is true Charles, and that false Charles may be beneficial, half to show off honor, half to cover up bad habits, and half to confuse truth and falsehood, which are harmful and unhelpful to the real (barons we know) for a long time. But then, as his landslide worsened, he became satisfied, because the truth and falsity allowed him to say, "This is not me." Right now, it's really good. He's not the one they're talking about. Ultimately, this led to all kinds of errors in commenting on a real fact (baron's hobby). He was a close, pure friend of a writer who had somehow gained such a reputation in the theatre world, but he was totally unworthy of it. When they found out that they were both present at a premiere, they said, "You know," as if people thought that the Duchess of Gelmont had an immoral relationship with Princess Palma; it became an indestructible myth, because it would disappear only around the two ladies, but those who chewed on it were true. In fact, they can never be approached, at most glancing at them in the theatre and slandering them to their neighbours. Without hesitation, the sculptor concluded that the Baron might indeed be in such a bad situation in the upper class, because he had no information of any kind about the family, title or surname of Mr. de Charles. According to Dr. Godard, it is well known that the title of doctor of medicine is not so great, but the title of intern in hospital is of little use. As Godard believes, people in the upper class are deceiving themselves, thinking that all people are deceiving themselves, the concept of the social importance of their surnames* and the concept of themselves. The concept of this stratum is the same as that of this stratum.

Prince Aggregate became a "Mafia Master" in the eyes of one of his followers in the small circle, because the prince owed him twenty-five Louis, and only in St. Germain did the prince regain her prestige, because he had three sisters there, all duchesses, and nobles exerted some influence, not on the common people. On the other hand, in the eyes of the common people, nobles have little to hope for, and nobles have a good grasp of their history. Moreover, Mr. De Charles would understand that evening that the hero had a superficial idea of the Duke's family. The sculptors believed that the Vildiran couple's failure to involve a stained individual in their "quintessential" salon would create eternal hatred, and therefore considered it necessary to call the hostess aside." You're totally wrong. Besides, I don't believe those things at all. Besides, if it's true, I'll tell you that it won't do me much harm! " Mrs. Vildiran answered angrily, because Morrel was the main ingredient of Wednesday's party, and she could not in any way disappoint him first. As for Godard, he would not express his opinion, because he left for Zhou Fan to do a little thing, and then wrote a burning letter for a patient in Mr. Vildiran's room.

A large publisher in Paris came to visit him. He had hoped that he would be retained, but when he realized that he was not elegant enough to be welcomed by small circles, he threw his sleeves away in anger. This is a tall, strong man with a brown complexion, earnest and a little bit of crisp and sharp energy. He looks like an ebony paper cutter.

Mrs. Vildiran, in order to welcome us to her salon, put in the ornaments picked that day, Lichun, wild flowers, after careful display, appear to be in harmony with each other, forming a double-color * pattern, which is different from that of an elegant artist two hundred years ago. She is in the same old friend's presence. Play cards, get up at once, ask permission to finish the round in two minutes, while chatting with us. However, I told her my impression that only half of the words she heard were pleasant. First of all, I was annoyed to see him and her husband come back early every day before sunset. They all said that the sunset here was wonderful. From the cliff, it was beautiful. From the platform of La Player, it was even more beautiful. In order to enjoy the sunset, I could walk dozens of miles. " Yes, it's incomparable, "said Mrs. Vildiran with ease, glancing at the large window-pane that had landed as a glass door." Although we watch it every day, we are still tired of seeing it all." I took my eyes back to her card. Oh, my passion makes me so demanding. I complained that I could not see Danatar's rock from Sharon. Elstier told me that it was beautiful at this moment, reflecting brilliant colors. Ah! You can't appreciate it here. Go up to the head of the park and go up to Gulf Scenery. There is a bench, from which you can have a panoramic view. But you can't go there alone. You'll get lost. Let me show you the way, if you like, "she added lazily." That's not good. Bah, you didn't have enough bitterness that day. Would you like to have some new bitterness? He's sure to come again. Let's see the Bay scenery some other day." I'll let it go, too. I know that as long as the Vildillans know it, the sunset, hanging directly on their salon or restaurant, is more like a beautiful painting, more like a precious Japanese porcelain. They have reason to rent out the well-furnished Las Prier at a high price, but they seldom look up at the sunset. The main thing for them here is to live comfortably, take a walk, eat well, chat, receive pleasant friends, let them play some interesting billiards, eat some delicious food, and taste some pleasant snacks. Later, however, I found out how smart they were to learn the value of the place and let their guests go on "sightseeing" tours as if they were listening to "unheard of" music. La Player's flowers, coastal roads, antique houses and little-known churches played such a big role in Mr. Verdiland's life that it was hard for those who saw him in Paris and those who replaced coastal and rural life with urban luxury. Understanding his own ideas about his own life is hard to understand the importance of his enjoyment of seeing it for himself. This importance * has been brought to full play, because the Vildillans think that the Las Player they are going to buy is the only real estate in the world. In their opinion, their self-esteem drives them to give Las Player such dominant advantage, which shows that my enthusiasm is not unreasonable. Otherwise, my enthusiasm may cause them some unhappiness, because I am disappointed in my enthusiasm (as I was disappointed by listening to Rabema's concert in the past). I confessed to them frankly that I was disappointed.

"I heard the car coming back," said the hostess suddenly. In a word, besides the inevitable change of age, Mrs. Vildeland was no longer like Swan and Audrey when they listened to small movements at her house. Even when people play old-fashioned music, she doesn't have to be as hard-headed as she used to be, pretending to be tired of enjoying it, because she's already tired. In Bach, Wagner, Vander, Debussy's music caused her innumerable nerve pain, Mrs. Vildiran's forehead widened considerably, just as rheumatism eventually caused her limbs to deform. She left and right temples, like two beautiful hot spheres, painful and double-breast, rolled in harmony, threw down a few silvery hairs from both sides, and solemnly declared for her without the hostess's words: "I know what is waiting for me tonight." She no longer had to force her face to laugh to express her strong feeling of beauty, because she thought that her laughter itself seemed to have a fixed way of expression in the already haggard beauty. Willingly endure pain, and the next pain is always imposed by "beauty". Just after listening to the last sonata, she rushes to wear a dress. This attitude makes Mrs. Verdiland keep a proud and indifferent look on her face even when listening to the harshest music, but secretly swallows it. Two spoonfuls of aspirin for pain relief.

"Ah! Yes, they are here,'cried Mr. Vildiran, only to see the door open, and Mr. Morrel followed Mr. de Charles with a sigh of relief. Mr. De Charlus, for him, dining at the Vildiran couple's house was not going to the upper class at all, but to a dirty place. He was like a middle school student who had first set foot in a brothel. He was very nervous and respectful to his landlady. Mr. De Charles usually has the desire to show manliness and indifference, which is also influenced by the traditional concept of politeness. Once timidity destroys the artificial attitude and seeks help from unconscious intelligence, he wakes up. In such a Charles, whether he is an aristocrat or a bourgeois, such ancestral sensation has an effect on the instinctive courtesy of strangers, that is, there is always a soul of a loved one who acts like a goddess or an incarnation of a deity who is responsible for bringing him along. He entered a new salon and was responsible for shaping his attitude until he came to the hostess. Such a young painter, nurtured by a Protestant saint's cousin, came in with a trembling head, eyes facing the sky, hands tightly grasping an invisible hand cage. The shape of the hand cage is recalled by imagination. As if the guardian God was in front of him, he would surely bless the sincere and fearful artist to eliminate the horror of the square. Disease, across from the waiting room to the small salon into the abyss of tens of thousands of feet. Thus, today, according to the memory of the pious female relatives who guided him, she came in several years ago, and the persistent complaint made people wonder what unfortunate thing she had come to announce. After she opened her mouth for a few words, people realized that she had come to make a courtesy * return visit, just as they do now to the painter. 。 According to this same law, life is required to think of unfinished acts, to dominate in years of humiliation, to take advantage of the most respectable, sometimes saintly, and occasionally innocent legacies of the past, and to change its nature, even though life thus becomes a totally different face, Mrs. Godard Her nephews, Mrs. Godard's delicate and frail face, old return to her mother's home, so that the family was traumatized, a unique appearance in the doorway, always bring joy, as if he was an unexpected visitor, let you see a surprise, or he came to announce to you, let you inherit a considerable heritage, flash. The light of happiness shines, but there is no need to ask him why he has such a good fortune, which is rooted in his unconscious inheritance and sexual error. He walked on tiptoe, doubtless, even he was surprised that he didn't have a business card book in his hand, but he stretched out his hand with his coquettish heart-shaped mouth, just as he saw his aunt's appearance. He looked at the mirror with only uneasy eyes. Although he looked at his head, he seemed to want to examine the mirror. Check whether his hat is crooked, as Mrs. Godard asked Swan one day if her hat was crooked. As for Mr. De Sharus, in this crucial minute, the society he has experienced has provided him with various examples of different colors and different Arabic decorative hospitality, until, on certain occasions, it has provided ordinary citizens with what they should know, which can be made public for their elegance. This kind of elegance is the most precious code of conduct for service, which is usually hidden. He just wrings his whole body and walks towards Mrs. Vildiran. The magnitude of his affectation is as great as that of a woman who puts on a petticoat with a high buttock, but is bound by a petticoat. He is flattered and flattered. The manner of being introduced to Madame Verdiland's Palace was, to him, the greatest privilege. See him half forward face, contentment and elegance, jealousy, hard to fold out a lot of delicate wrinkles with a pleasant face. Everyone seems to think that it was Mrs. de Marsant who came forward and once, by mistake of Yin and Yang, put a female fetus into a male fetus and grew into Mr. de Charles's body. At this moment, the female stream came to the fore again. Of course, the Baron took great pains to conceal this kind of mistake and pretended to be masculine. However, while he reluctantly pretended to be masculine, he retained the same hobbies, but the self-perception that it was a woman's habit exposed him to a new feminine appearance, which was not caused by heredity, but by personal life. Over time, he finally achieved feminine thinking, even in social matters. He was unaware of it because he was not only deceiving too many people, but also good at deceiving himself, so that he could not perceive that he was deceiving himself, even though he asked his body to show great dignity. The courtesy and courtesy of the clan, but the body had already understood what Mr. De Charles did not want, so that the Baron was worthy of the nickname "HLady-Like". Moreover, how can one completely separate Mr. de Charles's appearance from the following facts? Because sons do not always look like fathers, even if they are not - Yin - Yang mistakes, but because of the pursuit of women, they have engraved on their faces the blasphemy of their mothers. But this requires another chapter: mothers who have been humiliated, click here for the time being.

Although there are other reasons that dominate Mr. De Charles's abnormality, and although it is purely physical factors that make matter "work" on him and gradually make his body transit to the category of women, the changes we propose here are rooted in mental illness. I always thought I was sick, so I was really sick, thin, unable to get up, suffering from nervous colic. Old people cherish men affectionately, and then they become women. An imaginary dress binds their feet. Fixed minds can change sex in these situations (and in other cases, health). Morrel followed him and came to say hello to me. From this moment on, because of the double changes in his body, he gave me (unfortunately! I'm not good at being prescient.) Make a bad impression. The reason is this. As I said, Morrel has always been fond of proudly showing kindness since he got rid of his father's servitude. On that day, he brought me pictures and talked to me. He never called my husband. He was proud of me. At Mrs. Vildiran's house, I was amazed at how much he worshipped me in front of me and only in front of me, and listened to him without saying anything else. The first set of respectful words, which I thought would never come from his pen or lips, were directed at me. I'm here! I immediately came to the impression that he wanted me. After a while, he called me aside: "Mr. Lao, please," he said to me, speaking in a third person this time. "Never tell Mrs. Vildiran and his guests what my father did in his uncle's house. It's better to say that he's the head of your family's business, so that he can sit on an equal footing with your father's relatives. Morrel's request made me extremely disgusted, not because he forced me to elevate his father's status, its dignity and inferiority is the same to me, but because he forced me to misrepresent my family's property, I feel funny. But his look * so pitiful, so impatient, I can not refuse. No, before dinner,'he said in a low voice,'Mr. Vildiran can be called aside by any excuse. ' I did, trying to elevate Morrel's father's glory, without exaggerating my parents'richness and wealth. It was like sending a letter to the post office. Although Mrs. Vildiran was surprised because she was somewhat impressed with my grandfather, she said that she had seen my great-grandfather and talked to me about my great-grandfather because she was indiscriminate and hated all the families. When my father was talking about an idiot who knew nothing about the small group, she called him an outsider, and she said, "Besides, it's too annoying. Everyone in this family wishes to run away from home." She spoke sharply about the characteristics that my grandfather's father did not know about me, although at home. I doubted (but I haven't seen him, but there's a lot of discussion about him) his surprisingly stingy (contrary to my uncle's somewhat extravagant generosity, my uncle is Mrs. Rose's boyfriend and Morrel's father's boss): "Since your uncle and grandparents have such a great housekeeper, that means that you are in the same housekeeper. There are all kinds of people in every family. Your grandfather's father was so stingy that he was almost confused when he was dying --- he never had the spirit to talk between us, you made up for all that --- he couldn't afford to spend three sous on the bus. He was forced to follow, to pay extra for the rickshaw driver, and to convince the old miser that his friend, Mr. de Bessini, the Minister of State, had been allowed to drive without spending money. Besides, I'm glad that our Morrel's father was so good. I thought he was a middle school teacher. It doesn't matter. I heard him wrong. But it doesn't matter, I want to tell you, here, we only value our own value, personal contribution, I call it participation. As long as it belongs to the art circle, in a word, as long as it belongs to the group, the rest is irrelevant. Morrel's attitude now - as far as I can tell - is that he loves women and men, and the experience he learns from men to please women, and from women to please men; there's a lot of excitement behind him. But what's important here is that once I promised to say a few words to Mrs. Vildiran, especially if I did, the words I uttered could never be retrieved. Morrel's respect for me disappeared like magic, and a set of respectful words disappeared. For a while, he could not avoid me and showed his disdain for me, so that when Mrs. Vildiran asked me to tell him something and asked him to play a piece of music, he continued to talk only to one frequent guest, and then to another frequent guest. If I went to him, he would ask for sex.* Change places. They had to tell him again and again that I had something to say to him, and then he answered me, reluctantly, in two or three words, unless we talked alone. In that case, his feelings were outward and friendly, because his personality had its own charm. From that first party, I could not help but conclude that he was meagre by nature and that when it was time to give in, he never hesitated to bow, but did not know how to be grateful. In this respect, he is like the average person. But because I am a little like my grandmother, I like all kinds of men who have nothing to ask for or resent them. I ignore his inferior character, but I like his joyful personality. When he shows joy, I even like what I thought originated from his sincere friendship. When he looked around at his misconception of human nature, he found that my gentleness to him was selfless. My tolerance was not due to his lack of discernment, but to his so-called good intentions, especially his good intentions. Because I like his art, his excellent performance is amazing, so that I (in the sense of intelligence, he is not a real musician) can review or see so many wonderful music. Moreover, a broker (I did not find these talents in Mr. De Charles, although Mrs. Gelmont, when she was young, recognized that he was a very special person and asserted that he had organized and played a Sonata for her and painted a fan, cloud and cloud), although he was a poor broker in terms of his real advantage. But it is the first-class level. It is good at serving all kinds of artistic directions with its exquisite skills. It can be imagined that there is a Russian ballet artist who is extremely skillful, well-trained and well-educated, and has developed in all aspects under the guidance of Mr. de Jagliev.

As soon as I had conveyed Morrelto my message to Mrs. Vildiran, I began to talk to Mr. de Charles about St. Lou. Just then, Godard went into the salon and the fire started and reported to Mrs. and Mrs. Campbell that they were coming. Mrs. Vildiran, like Mr. de Charles (Godard did not see him), and like me, heard the arrival of the Campbells, deliberately silent, disapproving and unaffected by the announcement. She only talked to the doctor, gracefully struck the fan and acted in a manner that did not respond to the announcement. "That's what the Baron said to us..." said a Marquise in a hypocritical tone on the stage of the Lancey Theatre. That's too much for Godard! Although his words did not intensify in the past, because research and superior profession slowed down his speed of speech, but with the excitement of losing and recovering in the Vildeland family: "A baron! Where, a baron?" He lost his voice and cried out, looking around for the baron, suspicious of all the fuss. Mrs. Verdiland acted as if nothing had happened to her, as a housewife did to a servant who broke a precious cup in front of her guests, pretending to be indifferent, and raising her voice like the winner of the first prize for Dumas Junior at the Academy of Music and Drama, pointing a fan in her hand at Morrel's protector. No, Baron de Charles, I am introducing your name to him... Professor Godard." Why don't Mrs. Vildiran take the opportunity to play the role of a lady? Mr. De Charles stretched out two fingers, and the professor held his finger to reveal the prince of science's conscientious smile. But as soon as he saw the Campbells come in, he suddenly curbed his smile, while Mr. de Charles pulled me into a corner and touched my muscles with his hands, saying to me that it was a German way. Mr. de Campbell was not at all like the old marquis. As she said tenderly, "It's just like his father." For those who have long admired his name and heard of his powerful and proper style, his appearance is surprising. Of course, people must not be surprised. Perhaps his parents intentionally drew a lot of other diagonals on this face, but in so many diagonals his nose only chose this diagonal line to grow askew on his mouth. It was a symbol of vulgarity and stupidity, plus a Normandy Pin around last week. Fruit red contrast, it seems more vulgar and unbearable. It is possible that Mr. de Campbell's eyes, in the middle of his own eyelids, have preserved a little of Cotangan's blue sky. On a sunny day, the weather is so warm, the walkers are enjoying it, and hundreds of poplar trees fall on the roadside, shadows and shadows. Heavy eyelids with eye droppings are uncomfortable to close and hinder the light of wisdom from passing by itself. In this way, embarrassed by the blue * shallow eyes, people will think of using a big crooked nose. Mr. de Campbell looks at you with a crooked nose because of the sensory mistake of yin and yang. Mr. de Campbell's nose is not ugly, but a little too beautiful, indeed too much, too proud of his importance. It is like an eagle hook, shining, shining and refreshing, ready to make up for the lack of intelligence in the eyes at any time; unfortunately, if the eyes are sometimes the organs of wisdom self-expression, then the nose (although the lines are hugged together, intimate, responsive and understanding), generally speaking, the nose. It's the organ of stupidity that's the easiest to show off.

Mr. de Campbell always wears dark * clothes, even in the early morning, but it is difficult for passers-by to feel at ease in their proper clothes, because they are dazzled and angry by the striking and bizarre costumes worn by strangers on the beach, and people can not understand them, Head of the Court The president's wife assumed a clear and authoritative attitude, as if she were more experienced than you in Aronson's social sophistication. She claimed that in front of Mr. de Campbell, even though people did not know who his name was, people would immediately feel that they were facing a noble official and a noble person. Balback's decadent and noble educated sage is a person with whom he can breathe easily. For her, Jane Weather is a bottle of monosodium glutamate salt flowers. The bustling tourists in Balbeck don't know her world, and they are suffocating her. On the contrary, I think that he belongs to such a kind of person. If my grandmother sees him, she will see that he is "very bad" at first glance. Moreover, because she will not be tacitly elegant, she will be surprised to learn that he finally married Miss Legrandan. Miss Legrandan may be difficult to be elegant. His brother is "excellent". When it comes to the ugliness of De Campbell, one can say at best that its ugliness is somewhat local, and some things have a long history of vernacular colour. Seeing that his appearance is flawed, people hate to be able to correct it. It is hard to forget the names of small Normandy towns, and my priest often makes mistakes about the etymology of those names. Because the peasants'pronunciation is ambiguous, or they just look for literary meanings. They misunderstand the Normandy or Latin words that indicate the place names of cities and towns. They make mistakes. As Brishow said, they mispronounce them by misleading words. Finally, they fix the wrong meanings and pronunciations in the irregular words. People have been looking for them in church archives. To these nonstandard words. Nevertheless, in these small towns, life can be comfortable and comfortable, and Mr. de Campbell has his own advantages, for if the old Marquise of a mother likes her son better than her daughter-in-law, she has had several children, of which at least two are not promising. Every time she claims that, in her opinion, the Marquis is the best in the family. He had been a soldier in the army for several days, and his comrades thought that Campbell was too long to talk about, so they gave him a nickname "Kangkang". In fact, he had no achievements in Kangkang dance. When invited to dinner, fish (even stinky fish) or the first main dish, he would add fuel and vinegar to the dinner and say, "Well, look, I think it's a beautiful beast." And his wife, since the day she entered his home, has made every effort to make herself part of the world, to keep up with the trend, to raise herself to the level of her husband's friends, and even to try to please him like a mistress, as if she had been mixed up with his bachelor's life in the past. When some officers talked about her husband, they often said without disguise, "You will see Kangkang. Kangkang has gone to Balbeck, but he will be back tonight." Tonight she was very angry and was implicated in the Vildiran family. She did so purely at the request of her mother-in-law and husband for rent collection, but she was not as educated as they were, and did not hide the motivation of the matter. And for half a month, she had been biting the tongue with her girlfriends and talking about the dinner. You know, we're going to have dinner at our tenant's house. This is tantamount to an increase in rent. In fact, what would they have trampled on our poor old Las Player (as if she had been born there and could find all the memories of her loved ones there). Our old janitor told me that there was no recognition there. I can't imagine what happened there. I think it's better to disinfect inside and outside before we get back in. She came proudly and sullenly, looking like a lady whose castle had been occupied by the enemy because of the war, but she still felt at home and had to show the victors that they were invaders. Mrs. de Campbell began not to see me, because I was in the side door with Mr. de Charles. He told me that he had learned from Morrel that his father had been a housekeeper in my family. He, Charles, believed fully in my cleverness and generosity. In order to reject my dirty, low-grade sexual pleasure, and some of the fools (I already know it), if they were me, they would probably follow suit and disclose it to our guests in detail, and our guests might think it was a big deal." I'm interested in him and put him under my protection. It's not a trivial matter. I've written off the past, "the Baron struck a firm note. I listened attentively and promised silence. I could have kept silent, but I didn't expect to get a reputation for cleverness and generosity. I looked at Mrs. de Campbell. I recognized this delicious and soluble thing. I tasted it a few days ago when I was eating snacks on the Balbeck Platform. It was clipped in a Normandy biscuit. I could see that the biscuits were as hard as an incubator stone, and the patrons could not get their teeth off one by one. She was very angry at her husband's inheritance from his mother. When people introduced him to their old customers, they only saw that he was charming and honored. However, she was willing to perform her duties as a lady of high society. When people gave her a name and introduced Brishaw, she was happy to let him know her. My husband, because she had seen more elegant girlfriends do this, but anger or arrogance overwhelmed the display of social etiquette. She should have said, "Allow me to introduce my husband to you," but she said, "I'll introduce you to my husband." So, though she held up the Campbells. The flag ignored the Campbells themselves, for the Marquis bowed to Brishaw with his head as low as she had expected. But when Mrs. de Campbell saw Mr. de Charles, her temper changed, and she recognized him at a glance. She tried every means to introduce him to herself, but none of them succeeded, even when she was related to Swan. Because Mr. De Charles always stands on the side of women, supporting his sister-in-law against Mr. De Gelmont's mistresses, supporting Odette, who was not married at that time, but was Swan's old relationship, against Swan's new relationships, as a guardian and loyal protector of the family, and promising to Audette- And it's a matter of speaking - not letting people name themselves and introduce themselves to Mrs. de Campbell. Mrs. de Campbell, of course, did not expect to finally meet the inaccessible man at the Vildiran home. Mr. De Campbell knew that it was a great joy for her, so that he himself was moved to look at his wife, and the expression seemed to say, "You've decided to be happy, haven't you?" Nevertheless, he said very little, knowing that he had married a high-ranking wife." I don't deserve it, "he said all the time. He liked to say a fable of La Fontaine and Florian, and felt that these two fables were just right for his ignorance. On the other hand, they allowed him to show, in various arrogant forms of flattery, to scholars who were not in a small circle that he was capable of hunting and had read them. Fables. Unfortunately, he only knows these two fables. So I often talk about it. Mrs. de Campbell is not stupid, but her habits are extremely unpleasant. In her mind, the misinterpretation of the name never meant any arrogance of noble people. She was not like the Duchess of Galmont, who, for the reason of her family's birth, should have been more ridiculous than Mrs. de Campbell's, in order not to show an ungraceful look of name * (which has now become the name of one of the rarest women ever seen), to mention Julian de Montchador. When he said, "A little lady... Bick de Lamirondor." No, when Mrs. de Campbell mistakenly mentions a name, it is entirely out of goodwill, in order not to reveal the subtlety of her voice *, at the same time, out of sincerity, even she confesses that once she plagiarizes, the name will be concealed. If, for example, she defends a woman and tries to cover it up, and at the same time tells the truth to the person who begs her, but refuses to lie, not to say that Mrs. X is Mr. Silvan Levy's mistress, but she says, "No... I don't know anything about her. I've heard that someone accused her of flirting with a gentleman, but I don't know who his name is, like Kahn, Cohen, Kuhn or something; besides, I think the gentleman has already passed away, and nothing has ever happened between them. It's like a liar's technique --- and the opposite is true --- when a liar tells a mistress or any friend what he's doing, he always says yes and no, dresses up, thinks, mistress or friend, he never sees what he's saying at a glance (such as Kahn, Cohen, Kuhn). They are extraneous, unrelated to the content of the conversation, and have double riddles.

Mrs. Verdiland attached herself to her husband's ear and asked, "May I extend my arm to Baron de Charles? You will have Mrs. de Campbell on your right. You could have exchanged courtesy." No,'said Mr. Vildiran,'because the other man is a higher man (to say that Mr. de Campbell is a marquis), and Mr. de Charles is at best his downfall'. Well, I'll put him next to the prince's wife." So Mrs. Vildiran introduced Mrs. Shebadov to Mr. de Charles; they both bowed to each other and said nothing, as if they knew each other's details and promised each other confidentiality. Mr. Vildiran introduced me to Mr. de Campbell. His voice was heavy, with a slight stuttering, and his words had not yet been spoken out. His huge figure and the red light on his face wavered and wavered, showing the indecisiveness of an officer. The officer tried to reassure you and said to you, "Somebody told me that we would make arrangements; I would have your punishment lifted; We are not vampires; everything will be all right." Then he took my hand: "I thought you knew my mother," he said to me. Moreover, he felt that it was appropriate to use the verb "think" in the first meeting, but he was not suspicious because he added, "Besides, I have a letter for you from her." Mr. de Campbell was as happy as a child to visit his old place again, where he had spent a long time." I'm back again, "he said to Mrs. Vildiran, with an amazing look in his eyes, recognising the flower paintings and a marble bust with a high base on the door. Nevertheless, he was inevitably strangered, for Mrs. Vildiran brought with her a great deal of beautiful antiques. From this point of view, in the eyes of the Campbells, Mrs. Vildiran, though messing up everything, was not a revolutionary, but a clever conservative, which meant that they preferred to adorn it with plain cloth, just as an ignorant priest blamed an architect of the parish for abandoning it. The old woodcarving on one side was restored to its original place, and the clergyman thought it was good to replace it with the ornaments bought in St. Hulpis Square. In front of the castle, a priest's garden began to replace the flower beds, which were not only the pride of the Campbells, but also the pride of their gardeners. Their gardeners only regard the Campbells as their masters, but moan under the slavery of the Vildirans, as if the land was temporarily occupied by an invader and a bandit army. He secretly went to complain to the mistress who had been deprived of his property, to complain about his Nanyang fir, his Begonia and his begonia. They were indignant at the cold reception of the evergreen grass. They dared to let ordinary flowers such as chrysanthemum, Venus hairy grass break into such a rich mansion. Mrs. Vildiran had felt that this potential rival had crossed her heart if she could rent Las Prier for a long time. Or buy it, and you have to offer to dismiss the gardener, but the old lady, on the contrary, has to keep him. He had worked hard for her in difficult times without any remuneration and paid her respectful respect, but because of the gossip and mischief of the common people's subordinates, the deepest spiritual contempt was embedded in the most infatuated admiration, and the most infatuated admiration was printed on the indelible old hatred. Speaking of Mrs. de Campbell, she,7 At the age of ten, a castle owned in the East was suddenly invaded and had to endure a month of dealing with the Germans. He often said, "The place people hate the Marquis most is to stand with the Prussians during the war and even let them live in her house." I could understand it at another time; but during the war, she shouldn't. That's not good." He was loyal to her until death and respected her kindness, but it convinced people that she was guilty of betrayal. Mrs. Vildiran was very angry, and Mr. de Campbell said that he recognized all the old Las Plier. But you should have noticed a little change, "she retorted." First of all, there are bronze statues of the devil's tall Papudiana, and those Plush knave seats. I sent them to the top floor long ago. It's too cheap to put them on them. After a sharp response to Mr. de Campbell, she stretched out her arm to him and asked him to take his seat. He hesitated for a moment and muttered to himself, "I'm not going to be able to get ahead of Mr. De Charles." But the thought that Mr. De Charles was an old friend of the world, and at this time he had no distinguished guest seat, he decided to take up his arm and tell Mrs. Vildiran how proud he was that he was finally accepted into a small group (he was so called the Little Core, it was quite proud to know that the hall was a little funny). Godard, sitting next to Mr. De Charles, saw him look at Mr. De Charles through his nose-grippers. He wanted to get to know him and break the ice. He could not help blinking his eyes more vigorously than ever, without being interrupted by shyness. Once his eyes moved, his smiles boosted the flames, and his pincers could not accommodate him, so he had to overflow. Baron, he can see people like him everywhere. He's sure that Godard is no exception. He's sure that Godard is winking at him. Suddenly, he showed the professor the coldness of homosexuals. On the one hand, he looked coldly at those who liked him, but eagerly at those who liked him. Of course, although everyone falsely claims the sweetness of being loved, fate is always rejected by the sweetness of being loved. We do not love this person, but if this person prefers us, we will find it unbearable. This is a universal law, but this universal law is far from that of people like Charles of Wittenville, in fact, it is only this kind of person. Nothing more. This kind of person, such a woman, when we talk about her, we will never say that she loves me, but that she pesters me, we do not like this kind of person, we would rather deal with anyone else, although there is no charm of her, although there is no loveliness of her, although there is no thought of her. It is only when she stops loving us that she becomes charming, lovely and thoughtful again in our eyes. In this sense, one may only see this grotesque variation in the form of the universal rule. A homosexual is annoyed because a man makes him unhappy, but the man pursues him. And in the man, he became even more angry and embarrassed. Normally people try to hide their anger while they are angry, but homosexuals have to annoy the person who makes him angry, just as he certainly won't annoy a woman. For example, Mr. de Charles certainly won't annoy Mrs. Garment, and Mrs. Prince's love will annoy him. He was tired of it, but he was proud of it. However, when they see another man expressing a special interest to them, the special interest is often regarded as a vice, either because they do not understand that their interest is the same thing, or because they are angry when they think of it, which is exactly their beautified interest. They show themselves; or they hope to restore their reputation with dignity at no cost; or they are afraid of being guessed to be hidden; when they want to stop leading them by the nose, blindfold their eyes, and act rashly, they are instantly afraid; or they can't bear it because of other reasons. A person's ambiguous attitude is damaged, but if they like another person, they are not afraid of causing harm to him out of their own ambiguous attitude. This does not prevent them from following a young man for several miles, nor from keeping their eyes fixed on the young man in the theatre. Even when young people are with some friends, they can take good care of them. They are not afraid of being stiff because of this. As long as another person looks at them and the other one just likes them, people can hear and say, "Sir, what do you think of me as?" I don't understand what you mean. It's no use explaining it again. You can make a mistake. "Even slap him in the face. People who know him who said and acted carelessly will ask angrily:" Why, do you know this disgusting fellow? Look at this guy, you have a whimper! ________ What's the system! " Mr. De Charles had not gone so far, but he was so angry that his face was frozen, and his face *, like some women, looked as if they were frivolous, but they were not frivolous in fact. If they were frivolous, they would be even more angry. Moreover, a homosexual, met a homosexual, he saw not only his own disgusting image, half-dead appearance, will only hurt his self-esteem, but also he saw another himself, living, sympathetic, so that he may suffer in love. 。 In this way, out of instinctive sense of defense, he would speak ill of potential competitors, or with those who could harm potential competitors (unless gay No. 1 attacked gay No. 2 in such a way that bystanders had their own information channels, and therefore No. 1 was responsible for it). It is very likely that this young man will be abducted from him if he is regarded as a rumor maker or as a "praised" young man. Therefore, it is important to convince young people that, although it is the same thing, it is good to do it with him, if he is willing to do it with another person, it may result. Life's misfortune. Mr. De Charlus may have thought of danger (pure imagination). He misunderstood Godard's smile, thinking that his presence would endanger Morrel. For Mr. De Charlus, a gay man who did not please him was not only his cartoon image, but also a doomed enemy. A businessman, and he runs a rare business, he came to the provincial capital to make a living. If he saw a competitor doing the same business face to face on the same venue, his degree of confusion was beyond the expectation of such a Charles, who was about to reach a secluded place. The district went to steal love, but on the very day he arrived, he found the local gentleman and barber, whose description and behavior could not be trusted by him at all. Businessmen often hate their competitors; this hatred sometimes degenerates into melancholy, and as long as he has a little inheritance *, people will see in small towns that businessmen are beginning to get mad. The only way to cure his madness is to make him decide to auction off his "base" and leave. The madness of homosexuals is even more annoying. He knew from the first second that the gentleman and barber had fallen in love with his young man. It is no use persuading his young companions back and forth a hundred times a day, saying that barbers and gentlemen are bandits and that banditry will break his name. He looks like a miser, Lord Abba. He never forgets to guard his wealth. He always wakes up at night to see if anyone steals his treasure. This mentality is no doubt more than desire, hope, or comfort of common habits, and can almost be compared with this personal experience, because their own experience is the only real, precisely because of this mentality, homosexuals can quickly discover the whereabouts of homosexuals, and is absolutely certain. What's wrong? He may be deceived for a while, but his quick foresight makes him leave the fake behind. Therefore, Mr. De Charles's mistakes lasted only a short time. The magical insight immediately showed him that Godard was not his way, and that he did not have to be afraid of Godard's initiative to approach him, nor of his initiative to approach himself. If this only angered De Charles himself, nor of his initiative to approach Morrel, it would be more serious to him.

Aba Gong was originally the protagonist name in Moliere's comedy The Miser, and later became a synonym for miser.

He regained his composure.

It seems that he is still under the influence of the gender change of Yin-Yang Venus. Sometimes he smiles at the Vildirans and their wives, and his mouth is too lazy to open. He just pulls out a wrinkle on his lips, and suddenly his eyes shine tenderly. How he is infatuated with manliness, what he does and his sister-in-law, Duke Gelmont. Madame is the same." Do you often go hunting, sir? Mrs. Vildiran asked Mr. de Campbell with contempt." Did Tsky ever tell you that we had a wonderful hunt? Godard asked the hostess. I love hunting in the forests of Shanterbi best, "answered Mr. de Campbell." No, I didn't say anything, "Tsky said." Does that forest deserve its name?" Brishaw glanced at me from the corner of his eye and said to Mr. Campbell that he had promised me to talk about etymology, but at the same time asked me not to reveal to Mr. and Mrs. Campbell his fondness and contempt for the etymology of Father Gombrell. No doubt, I can't understand, but I didn't catch your question, "said Mr. de Campbell." I mean, are there many magpies singing there? Brishaw asked. Godard was so upset that Mrs. Vildiran did not know that he had almost missed the train." Speak, look, "Mrs. Godard encouraged her husband to say,"Tell me about your adventures." Indeed, this Odyssey is extraordinary, "said the doctor, and began his story from the very beginning. The Last Mohicans

(1) The French word "Chante pie" and "Chantepie" can be split into "Chante-pie" meaning "singing magpie."

"When I saw that the train had arrived at the station, I didn't feel foolish. All this is due to Tsky's mistake. Your information is hell, my dear! But Brishaw is still waiting for us!" "I thought," said the professor, looking around with a thin lip and smiling, "that if you don't come late in Grangour, you must be in trouble with idle flowers and weeds." Would you shut up for me? It would be terrible if my wife heard you!" The professor said. Lao Tzu's wife, he's a vinegar jar. "Ah! This Brishaw, "cried Tsky, and Brishaw's flippant jokes awakened the traditional joy of his heart." He was like that. "To tell the truth, he didn't necessarily know how naughty the professor had been. In order to match the usual jokes with the usual movements, he pretended to pinch his thigh. He hasn't changed, this fellow, "Tsky went on, not expecting the professor to say something sad and ridiculous in these words, adding,"Always look at women with one small eye." Look at it, "said Mr. de Campbell." It's different to meet a scholar. I've been hunting in the Shanterbi Forest for fifteen years, but I never thought about its place name. Mrs. de Campbell gave her husband a hard look; she did not want him to bow so low in front of Brishaw. Later, she was even more dissatisfied. Every time Kangkang used it as a "ready-made" idiom, Godard showed to the Marquis that he thought it was clumsy that the ready-made idioms were meaningless because he had worked hard to learn them and knew their meaning: "Why is it so clumsy as Chinese cabbage?" Do you think cabbage is more stupid than anything else? You said: The same thing was repeated thirty-six times. Why thirty-six times? Why: Sleep like a stake? Why: Brett was shocked? Why: Four hundred lascivious? (1) Godard's deliberate-yin-yang error should use the pronoun of-yin-sex* to be positive*, and the adjective of positive* to be negative-sex*.

But Brishaw stood up to defend Mr. de Campbell, telling every idiom its context. But Mrs. de Campbell was mainly busy examining what changes Mrs. Vildiran's family had brought to Las Player, trying to find out the mistakes and criticize them, and trying to introduce other changes to Ferdiner, or perhaps to copy them wholly. I'm thinking about what this crooked chandelier is. I can hardly recognize my old Las Prier. She added, with a kind aristocratic air, as if she were talking about a waiter, who was reluctant to point out how old the waiter was, but willing to say that he had seen her born with his own eyes. Because she spoke a bit bookish: "I still think," she added in a low voice, "if I live in someone else's house and become totally different like this, I have no face to do it." It's terrible that you're not with them, "Mrs. Vildiran said to Mr. de Charles and Morrel, hoping that Mr. de Charles would have some time later," and abide by your agreement to take a train together." Are you sure Shanterby means a singing magpie, Shoshott? She went on to say that she was the housewife of the family and that she had to take into account all the conversations. Well, please talk to me about the violinist, "Mrs. de Campbell said to me." He interests me. I love music. I seem to have heard about him and asked about him for me. " She had learned that Morrel had come with Mr. de Charles, and she wanted to try to get in touch with the latter by inviting the former. But she added, "Mr. Brishaw is also interesting to me." The purpose is to confuse me with this intention. Because, if she is extremely well-educated, like some obese people, who eat very little and walk all day, but look at the fat, Mrs. de Campbell is the same. Although she wants to deepen a more and more mysterious philosophy, deepen a more and more sophisticated music, especially in Ferdinand, it is futile. The results of this kind of research can only be used to plan-plot-plot. These-plot-tricks can make her break off from the bourgeois friendship in her teenage years and make her reconnect some relationships. At first, she thought these relationships were only part of her mother-in-law society. Later, she found out that these relationships were only part of her mother-in-law society. Relationships are much more important and far-reaching. There was a philosopher who, in her opinion, was not very modern. His name was Leibniz. He said that the mileage of the mind was long. This mental mileage, Mrs. de Campbell, was not more capable than her brother, nor was she able to run the whole distance. Either Raschlier or Stuart Muller, as she grew more and more unsure of the truth of the outside world, she worked harder to find a cure for it until she died. She loves realist art. In her opinion, no one can be so low as to model a painter or writer. A painting or a novel describing the social life of the upper class may cause her nausea; the peasants in Tolstoy's works of the Crop Man in the Russian Empire and Miller's works are the limits of society, and she does not allow artists to go beyond that. However, to go beyond the boundaries of her own social relations and patronize the duchesses is her desperate goal. However, the study of masterpieces enduring psychotherapy has always been unable to resist the natural morbid trend of appendage and elegance, which is growing in her. The result of the subordinate elegance can cure some greedy and adulterous tendencies. It seems that she was in a peculiar but common pathological state, and that one disease can avoid other problems. Listening to her, I pay great attention to the way of expression. I can't help being fair to her, although I have no willingness to do so. This is a hotspot phrase commonly used by people at the same level of knowledge in a particular era. Once an incisive idiom is exported, it seems as if the whole circle can be drawn according to an arc. These idioms also have such an effect. Users, like acquaintances, annoy me at once, but they also raise their status. They are instantly superior to others. They are often introduced to me as outstanding ladies and gentlemen who have not yet been evaluated. You don't know, madam, the place names of forest areas are often named after the animals that haunt the forest. Next to the'Singing Magpie'forest, you know there's a'Singing Queen' forest.

"I don't know which queen I mean, but you are rude to her," said Mr. de Campbell. Catch it, Shoshott, "said Mrs. Vildiran." Apart from that, did you have a pleasant trip? All we met were Lower Riba people, packed with a train. But I have to answer Mr. de Campbell's question. Queen Rena here refers not to the wife of the king, but to the queen frog. This beautiful name has a long history in the local area. It's like "Renavel" station, which should have been written as "Renavel" station. I think you made a beautiful beast, "Mr. de Campbell said to Mrs. Vildiran, pointing to a fish. This is a compliment he often uses. He thinks that a compliment like that is equivalent to paying for the dinner party and paying for the ceremony. It's no use inviting them, "he often likes to say that when he talks to his wife about their friends." It's a pleasure for them to invite us. They should thank us. And I should tell you that for years, I went to Renavel almost every day, but I couldn't see more frogs than anywhere else. Mrs. de Campbell once invited a parish priest here, who had great property in that parish. The priest has the same intelligence as you, it seems. He wrote a book. I am fully convinced that I have read this book with great interest." Brishaw answered hypocritically. Mr. de Campbell's vanity was satisfied from the middle of this answer, and he laughed for a long time. Ah! Well, Author, what can I say? This geography book, the author of this dialect dictionary, textual research on the origin of a small place name, it is called Gulevle Snake Bridge. We used to be the old man of this small place, if we can say so. Obviously, beside this well of science, I'm just a mediocrity with no inkling, but I've been to the Gulevre Snake Bridge more than a thousand times, and he's only been there once. If I've ever seen even one snake so bad, it's ghost. I say bad, even though the kind Lafontaine praises it (Man and Snake are two). It's one of the fables. If you don't see a snake, you can see it correctly, "Brishaw answered." It is true that the writer you mentioned broke in and wrote a great book. It's more than great!" Mrs. de Campbell cheered. "This book is well-known and should be said to be a fine piece of work." Of course, he consulted several church inventories (referring to the list of proceeds and the roster of each diocese), which might give him the names of secular bosses and church authorities. But there are other sources. Among my most knowledgeable friends, there is one who traces back to the source to prove it. He found that it was here that was named Killer Bridge. This bizarre place name inspired him to dig deep into it, and finally in a Latin article he found the bridge called Ponscuiaperit, which your friend thought was harassed by the Gulevre snake. It's a closed bridge. It's open only after paying a reasonable price for the road. You talk about frogs. As for me, in the midst of all the brilliant scholars, I have become a toad in front of famous scholars. (This is the second fable) Kangkang said that whenever he made this joke, he always laughed. He thought that through this joke, he was humble and resourceful, as well as showing his flexibility, he tried to pretend that he had other concerns. He turned to me and asked me a question. If he happened to be right, such a question would happen. It can impress his patients and show that he knows the patient's condition well. If, on the contrary, he is wrong, he can also revise some theories and develop his old ideas. When you come to these higher terrain, as we are here at the moment, do you find that this increases your tendency to breathe? He asked me whether it was to be appreciated or to fill in the gaps in his knowledge. Mr. de Campbell heard his question and laughed.

"I can't tell you that I'm amused to hear that you have asthma," he said across the table and threw it at me. He did not say that this made him happy, though it was beyond doubt. Because when the kind-hearted man hears others'misfortune, he inevitably feels a sense of joy and glory, but soon after the joy and glory, his sympathy begins. But there was another meaning to his words, and he went on to explain, "I'm very happy," he said to me, "because my sister happens to be out of breath." In a word, it delighted him, as if he had heard me mention a man who often went in and out of their house, as if he were a friend of mine. The world is too small, "he thought in his heart, but I saw this on his smiling face when Godard talked to me about my asthma. My asthma has become a common relationship since the date of this dinner. Mr. de Campbell always takes the opportunity to hear about my asthma, even if it's just to tell his sisters.

Latin means an open bridge.