The Works of Guy de Maupassant, Volume 2

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Guy de Maupassant. The Works of Guy de Maupassant, Volume 2

MONSIEUR PARENT

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II

THE FATHER

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II

III

IV

V

A VAGABOND

USELESS BEAUTY

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II

III

IV

FLY

THE MAD WOMAN

THAT PIG OF A MORIN

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II

III

THE WOODEN SHOES

A NORMANDY JOKE

A COCK CROWED

JULOT'S OPINION

MADEMOISELLE

THE MOUNTEBANKS

THE SEQUEL TO A DIVORCE

THE MAN WITH THE DOGS

THE CLOWN

BABETTE

SYMPATHY

THE DEBT

AN ARTIST

MADEMOISELLE FIFI

THE STORY OF A FARM-GIRL

PART I

PART II

PART III

PART IV

PART V

MAMMA STIRLING

LILIE LALA

MADAME TELLIER'S ESTABLISHMENT

PART I

PART II

PART III

THE BANDMASTER'S SISTER

FALSE ALARM

WIFE AND MISTRESS

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PART I

PART II

PART III

PART IV

PART V

PART VI

PART VII

PART VIII

PART IX

PART X

PART XI

PART XII

PART XIII

PART XIV

PART XV

PART XVI

PART XVII

PART XVIII

PART XIX

PART XX

PART XXI

PART XXII

PART XXIII

AN UNFORTUNATE LIKENESS

THE NEW SENSATION

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Little George was making hills of sand in one of the walks; he took it up with both his hands, made it into a pyramid, and then put a chestnut leaf on the top, and his father, sitting on an iron chair was looking at him with concentrated and affectionate attention, and saw nobody but him in that small public garden which was full of people. All along the circular road other children were occupied in the same manner, or else were indulging in childish games, while nursemaids were walking two and two, with their bright cap ribbons floating behind them, and carrying something wrapped up in lace, on their arms, and little girls in short petticoats and bare legs were talking seriously together, during the intervals of trundling their hoops.

The sun was just disappearing behind the roofs of the Rue Saint-Lazare, but still shed its rays obliquely on that little over-dressed crowd. The chestnut trees were lighted up with its yellow rays, and the three fountains before the lofty porch of the church, had the appearance of liquid silver.

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She wanted to see her child, and ran into the dining-room but stopped short at the sight of the table covered with spilt wine, with broken decanters and glasses and overturned salt-cellars. "Who did all that mischief?" she asked. "It was Julie who …" But she interrupted him furiously: "That is too much, really! Julie speaks of me as if I were a shameless woman, beats my child, breaks my plates and dishes, turns my house upside down, and it appears that you think it all quite natural." "Certainly not, as I have got rid of her!" "Really … you have got rid of her! … But you ought to have given her in charge. In such cases, one ought to call in the Commissary of Police!" "But … my dear … I really could not … there was no reason … It would have been very difficult." She shrugged her shoulders disdainfully.

"There, you will never be anything but a poor, wretched fellow, a man without a will, without any firmness or energy. Ah! she must have said some nice things to you, your Julie, to make you turn her off like that. I should like to have been here for a minute, only for a minute." Then she opened the drawing-room door and ran to George, took him into her arms and kissed him, and said: "Georgie, what is it, my darling, my pretty one, my treasure?" But as she was fondling him he did not speak, and she repeated: "What is the matter with you?" And he having seen, with his child's eyes, that something was wrong, replied: "Julie beat papa."

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