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Octave Feuillet
Octave Feuillet (1821–1890) was a French novelist and playwright known for his psychological insights and elegant style. He gained popularity with novels such as "Le Roman d'un jeune homme pauvre" (The Story of a Poor Young Man), which explored themes of social class and personal integrity. Feuillet's works often depicted the moral dilemmas and emotional conflicts of the aristocracy, blending realism with romantic idealism. He was also a member of the prestigious Académie Française, reflecting his significant contribution to French literature.
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CHAPTER I. "THE WAGES OF SIN IS DEATH" Near eleven o'clock, one evening in the month of May, a man about fifty years of age, well formed, and of noble carriage, stepped from a coupe in the courtyard of a small hotel in the Rue Barbet-de-Jouy. He ascended, with the walk of a master, the steps leading to the entrance, to the hall where several servants awaited him. One of them followed him...
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CHAPTER I. A GRAPHIC DESCRIPTION. George L—— to Paul B., Paris Rozel, 15th September. It's nine o'clock in the evening, my dear friend, and you have just arrived from Germany. They hand you my letter, the post-mark of which informs you at once that I am absent from Paris. You indulge in a gesture of annoyance, and call me a vagabond. Nevertheless, you settle down in your best arm-chair,...
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