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Jean Aicard
Jean Aicard (1848–1921) was a French poet, novelist, and dramatist, best known for his works that often drew inspiration from the culture and landscape of Provence. One of his notable novels is "Maurin des Maures" (1908), a vibrant portrayal of Provencal life and folklore. Aicard also wrote "Le Roi de Camargue" (1890), a novel set in the Camargue region, celebrating its wild beauty and traditions. In addition to his literary accomplishments, he was a member of the prestigious Académie Française, elected in 1909 for his contributions to French literature.
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A PIECE OF BREAD BY FRANCOIS COPPEE The young Due de Hardimont happened to be at Aix in Savoy, whose waters he hoped would benefit his famous mare, Perichole, who had become wind-broken since the cold she had caught at the last Derby,—and was finishing his breakfast while glancing over the morning paper, when he read the news of the disastrous engagement at Reichshoffen. He emptied his glass of...
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LIVETTE AND ZINZARA A shadow suddenly darkened the narrow window. Livette, who was running hither and thither, setting the table for supper, in the lower room of the farm-house of the Château d’Avignon, gave a little shriek of terror, and looked up. The girl had an instinctive feeling that it was neither father nor grandmother, nor any of her dear ones, but some stranger, who sought amusement by...
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