巴尔扎克《无名的杰作》(英译本)
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quot;I must love you indeed!quot; so sacrifice even loves scruples to t;but I s my oo lose everyt is a very glorious t! A you me. O evil t is t o you?quot;
quot;I love you, and yet I t of it,quot; ;Am I so base a c;
quot;Let us consult Père ; she said.
quot;No, no! Let it be a secret bet;
quot;Very . But you must not be t; s;Stay at ter.quot;
Poussin forgot everyt art. te tightly in his arms.
quot;; t Gillette wed of ion already.
But to trove to banis t arose in . It seemed to ter in her eyes.
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ter Poussin and Porbus met, tter to see Master Frenim to one of taneous fits of discouragement t are caused, according to medical logicians, by indigestion, flatulence, fever, or enlargement of take tualists, by tions of our mortal nature. tting touco erious picture. cless attitude, but glanced at Porbus like a man o los.
quot;ell, master,quot; said Porbus, quot;ramarine bad t you sent for to Bruges? Is te difficult to grind? Is trant?quot;
quot;Alas!quot; cried t;for a moment I t t my I am mistaken in certain details, and I can not rest until I s. I am traveling. I am going to turkey, to Greece, to Asia, in quest of a model, so as to compare my picture living forms of Nature. Per; and a smile of contentment stole over ;perure times I am a breat s;
o as if to set out at once.
quot;A; said Porbus, quot;I