Tha?s ?tait n?e de parents libres et pauvres, adonn?s ? l'idol?trie. Du temps qu'elle ?tait petite, son p?re gouvernait, ? Alexandrie, proche de la porte de la Lune, un cabaret que fr?quentaient les matelots. Certains souvenirs vifs et d?tach?s lui restaient de sa premi?re enfance. Elle revoyait son p?re assis ? l'angle du foyer, les jambes crois?es, grand, redoutable et tranquille, tel qu'un de ces vieux Pharaons que c?l?brent les complaintes chant?es par les aveugles dans les carrefours…Tha?s, courtisane d'Alexandrie, est convertie au christianisme par le moine Paphnuce. Mais est-ce vraiment l'amour divin qui inspire cet homme de Dieu?
An amusing chronicle of the tribulations of the Ghost of Canterville Chase when his ancestral halls became the home of the American Minister to the Court of St. James
An amusing chronicle of the tribulations of the Ghost of Canterville Chase when his ancestral halls became the home of the American Minister to the Court of St. James
… And behind the Northern Armies came another army of men. They came by the hundreds, yet each traveled alone. They came on foot, by mule, on horseback, on creaking wagons or riding in handsome chaises. They were of all shapes and sizes and descended from many nationalities. They wore dark suits, usually covered with the gray dust of travel, and dark, broad-brimmed hats to shield their white faces from the hot, unfamiliar sun. And on their back, or across their saddle, or on top of their wagon was the inevitable faded multicolored bag made of worn and ragged remnants ...
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