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Alphonse Daudet. The Nabob
The Nabob
Table of Contents
INTRODUCTION
BIOGRAPHICAL NOTE
THE NABOB
by Alphonse Daudet
DOCTOR JENKIN’S PATIENTS
A LUNCHEON IN THE PLACE VENDOME
MEMOIRS OF AN OFFICE PORTER A MERE GLANCE AT THE TERRITORIAL BANK
A DEBUT IN SOCIETY
THE JOYEUSE FAMILY
FELICIA RUYS
JANSOULET AT HOME
THE BETHLEHEM SOCIETY
BONNE MAMAN
MEMOIRS OF AN OFFICE PORTER SERVANTS
Truly Fortune in Paris has bewildering turns of the wheel!
THE FESTIVITIES IN HONOUR OF THE BEY
A CORSICAN ELECTION
Pozzonegro—near Sartene
A DAY OF SPLEEN
THE EXHIBITION
MEMOIRS OF AN OFFICE PORTER IN THE ANTCHAMBER
A PUBLIC MAN
THE APPARITION
THE JENKINS PEARLS
THE FUNERAL
LA BARONNE HEMERLINGUE
THE SITTING
DRAMAS OF PARIS
MEMOIRS OF AN OFFICE PORTER THE LAST LEAVES
AT BORDIGHERA
THE FIRST NIGHT OF “REVOLT”
“Take your places for the first act!”
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Alphonse Daudet
Published by Good Press, 2019
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Jenkins alighted at the corner of the Rue Royale. From top to bottom of the great gambling house the servants were passing to and fro, shaking the carpets, airing the rooms where the fume of cigars still hung about and heaps of fine glowing ashes were crumbling away at the back of the hearths, while on the green tables, still vibrant with the night’s play, there stood burning a few silver candlesticks whose flames rose straight in the wan light of day. The noise, the coming and going, ceased at the third floor, where sundry members of the club had their apartments. Among them was the Marquis de Monpavon, whose abode Jenkins was now on his way to visit.
“What! It is you, doctor? The devil take it! What is the time then? I’m not visible.”
