Jean-Christophe Journey's End
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Romain Rolland. Jean-Christophe Journey's End
Jean-Christophe Journey's End
Table of Contents
LOVE AND FRIENDSHIP. THE BURNING BUSH. THE NEW DAWN. LOVE AND FRIENDSHIP
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"CHRISTOPHE
THE BURNING BUSH
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II
INF. XXIV
THE NEW DAWN
HERE, AT THE END OF THIS BOOK,
I DEDICATE IT: TO THE FREE SPIRITS—OF ALL NATIONS— WHO SUFFER, FIGHT, AND. WILL PREVAIL. R. R. PREFACE TO THE LAST VOLUME
OF. JEAN-CHRISTOPHE
ROMAIN ROLLAND
I
II
"CHRISTOPHE."
"G."
"I!"
III
IV
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Romain Rolland
Published by Good Press, 2019
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Jacqueline used to take hardly any notice of her aunt in the days when she was careless and gay—which was her usual condition when she was a child. But when she reached the age at which there occurs a mysterious change and growth in body and soul, which bring agony, disgust, terror, and fearful moments of depression in their train, and moments of absurd, horrible dizziness, which, happily, do not last, though they make their victim feel at the point of death—the child, sinking and not daring to cry for help, found only her Aunt Marthe standing by her side and holding out her hand. Ah! the others were so far away! Her father and mother were as strangers to her, with their selfish affection, too satisfied with themselves to think of the small troubles of a doll of fourteen! But her aunt guessed them, and comforted her. She did not say anything. She only smiled: across the table she exchanged a kindly glance with Jacqueline, who felt that her aunt understood her, and she took refuge by her side. Marthe stroked Jacqueline's head and kissed her, and spoke no word.
The little girl trusted her. When her heart was heavy she would go and see her friend, who would know and understand as soon as she arrived; she would be met always with the same indulgent eyes, which would infect her with a little of their own tranquillity. She told her aunt hardly anything about her imaginary love-affairs: she was ashamed of them, and felt that there was no truth in them. But she confessed all the vague, profound uneasiness that was in her, and was more real, her only real trouble.
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