"The climate of the Ile-de-France is very strange indeed, uncle!" Sbuffai.
Summer was just around the corner, and to lift some of the unbearable heat, me and Uncle Gus we used to take a relaxing stroll along the Seine.
To me, accustomed to the cool summers of my England, the climate of the continent seemed untenable. It had not yet added unto the sultry days of July, which the Parisians fleeing or retreating in the countryside in the peaceful villages of Brittany!
that day with my uncle were talking about poetry:
icky topic, someone may think, but when his uncle Gustave spoke of the great poets of France was exalted in such a way as to leave you stunned: Lamartine, Chauteaubriant. .. his voice trembled and his eyes shone.
What amused me greatly, When at a certain point, I became the cause of the amusement of those present: absent from the speech of his uncle, I stumbled on a rock and took a tumble.
Uncle Gus was alarmed, I had not seriously injured ,
and everything contributed to make the scene even more ridiculous ... in a moment of initial disappointment, I burst out laughing loudly, followed closely by his uncle. I was still sitting on the ground, unable to stop my laughter when he got behind me a familiar voice, and until the time before turning around to look, I hoped with all my strength I was wrong in recognizing it.
I was not mistaken, unfortunately. It was my cousin Mary. What case against her had wanted is right in Paris, at that place in the city, just when I was sitting in the dust?
"My cousin, the future Earl of Lancshire, like any beggar in the dust? What incredible sight!"
If there was the personification of vanity, they call Mary ", I thought as I get up from the ground. I must emphasize that I do not hate my cousin, she makes it absolutely unbearable.'s Not a bad girl, after all received education un'eccepibile in best colleges in London, but his only thoughts are the clothes, dancing, entertainment ...
"Dear cousin, are you happy to see me?" We received a letter from your parents - you know, Uncle Edward writes often to my mother, and I just knew you were in France, are now run by you! I love Paris! The Boulevard , the fashion houses, festivals, the gallantry of the French ... c'est magnifique! I arrived in town yesterday and this morning I came to the villa of the uncle, but the maid told me that you were here, and here I am "
Another shortcoming of Mary: the chatter!
"Mr Uncle, it would be possible to stay in your estate? The hotel where we stayed yesterday is too noisy! Elegant, for heaven's sake, and also frequented by people in a way, but Mon Dieu, as you say here, is chaotic. I have not closed my eyes and you see: my complexion is off today! Terrible! I wonder how they stayed the others ... I say, sleep ...
"Mademoiselle Marie, it is natural that she and her gentle lady you stayed with me all the time want! " interrupted his uncle. I did not like the expression "all the time, but unfortunately the worst was done. My uncle sent me a look of apology, more explicit than a thousand words. I smiled at him: moreover he was not a tragedy ... especially since she would be busy all day to shoot the best clothing shops ...
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At dinner, however I had a nice surprise: the would be given my room, because the more isolated and quiet (even Helen was sorry about that!).
a delicious meal prepared by Madame Dupont, the cook of my uncle, I went across, but now I rasseganato to sacrifice;
the straw that broke the camel's back was, however, Fifi, a cluster of silky white hair.
aside my doubts usefulness of the feline race (selfish profiteers and edit any more than other species!), one might add that the tender Fifi has all the shortcomings of his Padon, with which in the end you can still engage in a discourse or reason about together, unlike the animal that demonstrated his sympathy for you to fill scratches all over her face!
The evening, as warm as the day turned to night, and I had just gone into my new room.
Helen had fallen asleep on the sofa in the living room, my uncle was now in the arms of Morpheus for a while, and even Mary was resting peacefully in what until a few hours before it was my soft bed.
How I wished that Helen had come to read me a story ... but I did not feel right when you wake ... bored, time never passes!
But finally the moment when my eyelids had surrendered to fatigue ...
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaargh !!!!"
The cry of my cousin felt so strong, that I seemed to resent next.
immediately ran into the hall and I realized that nobody had ever heard, apart from my items ex-room, the most absolute silence reigned.
Being the only one that bothered me was not a little annoyed ... but a moment!! voices? One was acute Mary, but the other was a male voice! Perhaps he had entered a thief, in his own room? I went by stealth and looking out I saw Jean struggling with a crisis Mary's hysterical. Poor boy!
As soon as I saw, I ran, embarrassed.
"Hey Arthur! I passed by to tell you something interesting and not as you look out the window, I decided to surprise you! "
Since we had made friends, Jean often came to visit me and tell me stories he heard on the streets of the city. He knew now what was my room, so he went without fail, see Mary.
"But me you made it, boy, I must say it's a nice surprise, because of pretty girls in her nightgown is not always easy to meet. "
I had the same impression that a volcano erupting behind me ... it was really Mary who satva to explode with anger and embarrassment. I pretended nothing , also because I had to get used to the character of my cousin in order to live in peace and serenity. Anyway, I tried to change the subject with Jean to alleviate the tension that was being created.
"What was the interesting thing you wanted to tell me, Jean ?
"Oh yeah, right! I said that came to my ears an interesting news: it seems that an empty house come screams out the window and I saw with my own eyes a light come from within ... the strangest thing is that taxes are paid on time for the villa, "Jean told me.
" Really? Very strange ... who were the last inhabitants of the house? "I asked concerned.
" A wealthy family, well known in the neighborhood where he lived, were called to Rogers. They were really nice and decent people, they told me ... but then, one day, was found in his study the corpse of Mr. Rogers,
so his wife and son, now an adult, he moved abroad to start a new life, "says Jean.
" But as Mr. Rogers died? "I asked.
"A blow to the head was fatal, but the murderess was never found! It was a quiet family, had no enemies!" Jean said sorry. What a story
terribbile! Not only did Mrs. Rogers and her son had lost a loved one, but it was not even found the murderess. And now the house was haunted by ghosts who pay taxes ... it does not convince me ... there must be something below.
"How about going for a short hike at night in that house?" Jean asked me excitedly.
"You mean that you are entered in this house, stealthily, to invite a child of 10 years to make a" picnic "in a haunted house?" shouted Mary Jean.
"Actually it I am 12, "Mary corrected.
" However the fact remains that I have woken up to nonsense! "Mary continued to scream.
" It is nonsense lovely girl! "Jean went to Mary talemte time that I first became red for the embarrassing situation.
But apparently the ladies like this, because I saw my cousin staying still in ecstasy.
"When you come to England, you said to have lived an exciting incredibilemnte ... "and the last word my cousin Mary had already cooked!
My father once told me that the French claim to irresistibii tombeurs de femmes. I think Jean belongs to this category. Of course, to me these things I care little, and then I think it takes courage to woo my cousin Mary! Even more than going to walk around in a haunted house. What excited me of course: but none was necessary to avoid someone noticing and opened his mouth too talkative with adults. But it seemed that Jean had done a great job of convincing, so it was to find a way to get to the villa.
"If we borrow a cart to your uncle, do you think I mad?"
"No, if no one tells them! Let's go," said elated ...
" Un momento, signori: mi devo preparare! Non posso certo uscire di casa in queste condizioni... "
"Ma sei sei stupenda...una dea! La notte ci attende, mia diletta. Coraggio!" e le prese le mani.
La situazione si faceva troppo melensa...meglio buttarci a capofitto nell'avventura!
More ....
Summer was just around the corner, and to lift some of the unbearable heat, me and Uncle Gus we used to take a relaxing stroll along the Seine.
To me, accustomed to the cool summers of my England, the climate of the continent seemed untenable. It had not yet added unto the sultry days of July, which the Parisians fleeing or retreating in the countryside in the peaceful villages of Brittany!
that day with my uncle were talking about poetry:
icky topic, someone may think, but when his uncle Gustave spoke of the great poets of France was exalted in such a way as to leave you stunned: Lamartine, Chauteaubriant. .. his voice trembled and his eyes shone.
What amused me greatly, When at a certain point, I became the cause of the amusement of those present: absent from the speech of his uncle, I stumbled on a rock and took a tumble.
Uncle Gus was alarmed, I had not seriously injured ,
and everything contributed to make the scene even more ridiculous ... in a moment of initial disappointment, I burst out laughing loudly, followed closely by his uncle. I was still sitting on the ground, unable to stop my laughter when he got behind me a familiar voice, and until the time before turning around to look, I hoped with all my strength I was wrong in recognizing it.
I was not mistaken, unfortunately. It was my cousin Mary. What case against her had wanted is right in Paris, at that place in the city, just when I was sitting in the dust?
"My cousin, the future Earl of Lancshire, like any beggar in the dust? What incredible sight!"
If there was the personification of vanity, they call Mary ", I thought as I get up from the ground. I must emphasize that I do not hate my cousin, she makes it absolutely unbearable.'s Not a bad girl, after all received education un'eccepibile in best colleges in London, but his only thoughts are the clothes, dancing, entertainment ...
"Dear cousin, are you happy to see me?" We received a letter from your parents - you know, Uncle Edward writes often to my mother, and I just knew you were in France, are now run by you! I love Paris! The Boulevard , the fashion houses, festivals, the gallantry of the French ... c'est magnifique! I arrived in town yesterday and this morning I came to the villa of the uncle, but the maid told me that you were here, and here I am "
Another shortcoming of Mary: the chatter!
"Mr Uncle, it would be possible to stay in your estate? The hotel where we stayed yesterday is too noisy! Elegant, for heaven's sake, and also frequented by people in a way, but Mon Dieu, as you say here, is chaotic. I have not closed my eyes and you see: my complexion is off today! Terrible! I wonder how they stayed the others ... I say, sleep ...
"Mademoiselle Marie, it is natural that she and her gentle lady you stayed with me all the time want! " interrupted his uncle. I did not like the expression "all the time, but unfortunately the worst was done. My uncle sent me a look of apology, more explicit than a thousand words. I smiled at him: moreover he was not a tragedy ... especially since she would be busy all day to shoot the best clothing shops ...
------------- -------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------------------------- -------------------------------
At dinner, however I had a nice surprise: the would be given my room, because the more isolated and quiet (even Helen was sorry about that!).
a delicious meal prepared by Madame Dupont, the cook of my uncle, I went across, but now I rasseganato to sacrifice;
the straw that broke the camel's back was, however, Fifi, a cluster of silky white hair.
aside my doubts usefulness of the feline race (selfish profiteers and edit any more than other species!), one might add that the tender Fifi has all the shortcomings of his Padon, with which in the end you can still engage in a discourse or reason about together, unlike the animal that demonstrated his sympathy for you to fill scratches all over her face!
The evening, as warm as the day turned to night, and I had just gone into my new room.
Helen had fallen asleep on the sofa in the living room, my uncle was now in the arms of Morpheus for a while, and even Mary was resting peacefully in what until a few hours before it was my soft bed.
How I wished that Helen had come to read me a story ... but I did not feel right when you wake ... bored, time never passes!
But finally the moment when my eyelids had surrendered to fatigue ...
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaargh !!!!"
The cry of my cousin felt so strong, that I seemed to resent next.
immediately ran into the hall and I realized that nobody had ever heard, apart from my items ex-room, the most absolute silence reigned.
Being the only one that bothered me was not a little annoyed ... but a moment!! voices? One was acute Mary, but the other was a male voice! Perhaps he had entered a thief, in his own room? I went by stealth and looking out I saw Jean struggling with a crisis Mary's hysterical. Poor boy!
As soon as I saw, I ran, embarrassed.
"Hey Arthur! I passed by to tell you something interesting and not as you look out the window, I decided to surprise you! "
Since we had made friends, Jean often came to visit me and tell me stories he heard on the streets of the city. He knew now what was my room, so he went without fail, see Mary.
"But me you made it, boy, I must say it's a nice surprise, because of pretty girls in her nightgown is not always easy to meet. "
I had the same impression that a volcano erupting behind me ... it was really Mary who satva to explode with anger and embarrassment. I pretended nothing , also because I had to get used to the character of my cousin in order to live in peace and serenity. Anyway, I tried to change the subject with Jean to alleviate the tension that was being created.
"What was the interesting thing you wanted to tell me, Jean ?
"Oh yeah, right! I said that came to my ears an interesting news: it seems that an empty house come screams out the window and I saw with my own eyes a light come from within ... the strangest thing is that taxes are paid on time for the villa, "Jean told me.
" Really? Very strange ... who were the last inhabitants of the house? "I asked concerned.
" A wealthy family, well known in the neighborhood where he lived, were called to Rogers. They were really nice and decent people, they told me ... but then, one day, was found in his study the corpse of Mr. Rogers,
so his wife and son, now an adult, he moved abroad to start a new life, "says Jean.
" But as Mr. Rogers died? "I asked.
"A blow to the head was fatal, but the murderess was never found! It was a quiet family, had no enemies!" Jean said sorry. What a story
terribbile! Not only did Mrs. Rogers and her son had lost a loved one, but it was not even found the murderess. And now the house was haunted by ghosts who pay taxes ... it does not convince me ... there must be something below.
"How about going for a short hike at night in that house?" Jean asked me excitedly.
"You mean that you are entered in this house, stealthily, to invite a child of 10 years to make a" picnic "in a haunted house?" shouted Mary Jean.
"Actually it I am 12, "Mary corrected.
" However the fact remains that I have woken up to nonsense! "Mary continued to scream.
" It is nonsense lovely girl! "Jean went to Mary talemte time that I first became red for the embarrassing situation.
But apparently the ladies like this, because I saw my cousin staying still in ecstasy.
"When you come to England, you said to have lived an exciting incredibilemnte ... "and the last word my cousin Mary had already cooked!
My father once told me that the French claim to irresistibii tombeurs de femmes. I think Jean belongs to this category. Of course, to me these things I care little, and then I think it takes courage to woo my cousin Mary! Even more than going to walk around in a haunted house. What excited me of course: but none was necessary to avoid someone noticing and opened his mouth too talkative with adults. But it seemed that Jean had done a great job of convincing, so it was to find a way to get to the villa.
"If we borrow a cart to your uncle, do you think I mad?"
"No, if no one tells them! Let's go," said elated ...
" Un momento, signori: mi devo preparare! Non posso certo uscire di casa in queste condizioni... "
"Ma sei sei stupenda...una dea! La notte ci attende, mia diletta. Coraggio!" e le prese le mani.
La situazione si faceva troppo melensa...meglio buttarci a capofitto nell'avventura!
More ....
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