Madame Delphine E-Book

George W. Cable

• Herausgeber: Publisher s11838
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2018

Beschreibung

Madame Delphine written by American novelist George W. Cable  .  This book is one of many works by him. It has already published in 1881. And now republish in ebook format. We believe this work is culturally important in its original archival form. While we strive to adequately clean and digitally enhance the original work, there are occasionally instances where imperfections such as blurred or missing pages, poor pictures or errant marks may have been introduced due to either the quality of the original work. Despite these occasional imperfections, we have brought it back into print as part of our ongoing global book preservation commitment, providing customers with access to the best possible historical reprints. We appreciate your understanding of these occasional imperfections, and sincerely hope you enjoy reading this book.

Leseprobe

Madame Delphine

By

George W. Cable

Table of Contents

CHAPTER I. AN OLD HOUSE.

CHAPTER II. MADAME DELPHINE.

CHAPTER III. CAPITAINE LEMAITRE.

CHAPTER IV. THREE FRIENDS.

CHAPTER V. THE CAP FITS.

CHAPTER VI. A CRY OF DISTRESS.

CHAPTER VII. MICHÉ VIGNEVIELLE.

CHAPTER VIII. SHE.

CHAPTER IX. OLIVE.

CHAPTER X. BIRDS.

CHAPTER XI. FACE TO FACE.

CHAPTER XII. THE MOTHER BIRD.

CHAPTER XIII. TRIBULATION.

CHAPTER XIV. BY AN OATH.

CHAPTER XV. KYRIE ELEISON.

CHAPTER I. AN OLD HOUSE.

A few steps from the St. Charles Hotel, in New Orleans, brings you to and across Canal street, the central avenue of the city, and to that corner where the flower-women sit at the inner and outer edges of the arcaded sidewalk, and make the air sweet with their fragrant merchandise. The crowd—and if it is near the time of the carnival it will be great—will follow Canal street.

But you turn, instead, into the quiet, narrow way which a lover of Creole antiquity, in fondness for a romantic past, is still prone to call the Rue Royale. You will pass a few restaurants, a few auction rooms, a few furniture warehouses, and will hardly realize that you have left behind you the activity and clatter of a city of merchants before you find yourself in a region of architectural decrepitude, where an ancient and foreign-seeming domestic life, in second stories, overhangs the ruins of a former commercial prosperity, and upon everything has settled down a long Sabbath of decay. The vehicles in the street are few in number, and are merely passing through; the stores are shrunken into shops; you see here and there, like a patch of bright mould, the stall of that significant fungus, the Chinaman. Many great doors are shut and clamped and grown gray with cobweb; many street windows are nailed up; half the balconies are begrimed and rust-eaten, and many of the humid arches and alleys which characterize the older Franco-Spanish piles of stuccoed brick betray a squalor almost oriental.