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Very interesting what she chose to tell us. No romances. lots of difficult travelling.The difficulties of the theatre and the acclaim of the audience. Bad health. Great vigour. Read on line. Read full review
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Page 388 - De l'âpre hiver pour longtemps prisonniers. Nous rêvons à ta vue aux rayons printaniers Qui font fleurir les primevères ! Oui, c'est au doux printemps que tu nous fais rêver ! Oiseau des pays bleus, lorsque tu viens braver L'horreur de nos saisons perfides. Aux clairs rayonnements d'un chaud soleil de mai, Nous croyons voir, du fond d'un bosquet parfumé, Surgir la reine des sylphides ! Mais non : de floréal ni du blond messidor.
Page 51 - She went all over the convent and into the garden, and she had to sit down because she could not get her breath. They fetched her something to bring her round, and she was so pale, oh, so pale. I was very sorry for her, and Sister St. Appoline told me what she did was killing her, for she was an actress; and so I won't be an actress — I won't!
Page 352 - ... managed to prevent the poor woman from falling head first down the staircase. Very much hurt though she was, and a trifle confused, she thanked me in such a gentle dreamy voice that my heart began to beat with emotion. " You might have been killed, Madame," I said, " down that horrible staircase.
Page 315 - Presently the door burst open, and the cheetah, beside himself with joy, sprang like a tiger out of his cage, wild with liberty. He rushed at the trees and made straight for the dogs, who all four began to howl with terror. The parrot was excited, and uttered shrill cries; and the monkey, shaking his cage about, gnashed his teeth to distraction.
Page ix - My mother was fond of travelling: she would go from Spain to England, from London to Paris, from Paris to Berlin, and from there to Christiania; then she would come back, embrace me, and set out again for Holland, her native country. She used to send my nurse clothing for herself and cakes for me. To one of my aunts she would write: "Look after little Sarah; I shall return in a month's time.
Page 352 - Hessler?" she continued, looking earnestly at me. " No, madame," I answered ; " my name is Sarah Bernhardt." She stepped back and drawing herself up, her face very pale and her brows knitted, she said in a mournful voice, a voice that was scarcely audible, " I am the widow of President Lincoln." I, too, stepped back and a thrill of anguish ran through me, for I had just done this unhappy woman the only service that I ought not to have done her — I had saved her from death. Her husband had been...
Page 309 - The reason I sent for you here, Madame, is because I wanted to tell you my reasons for acting as I have done. I have thought it over and have decided not to tell you them to-day.
Page 411 - After the knife had fallen, she mingled with the crowd, and was 'sick at heart and desperate. There was not a word of gratitude to this man, not a murmur of vengeance or revolt.' She 'felt inclined to cry out "Brutes that you are ! kneel down and kiss the stones that the blood of this poor madman has stained for your sakes, for you, because he believed in you!
Page 295 - We passed on through a crowd offering us flowers and shaking hands, and I soon saw that I was more favoured than the others. This slightly embarrassed me, but I was delighted all the same. One of my comrades who was just near, and with whom I was not a favourite, said to me in a spiteful tone: "They'll make you a carpet of flowers soon." "Here is one!" exclaimed a young man, throwing an armful of lilies on the ground in front of me. I stopped short, rather confused, not daring to walk on these white...