The Story of My Childhood

The Story of My Childhood

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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1867 edition. Excerpt: ...seeing one; but often, alas! my tearful eyes contradicted the forced expression on my lips. My worst days were those in which the fever attacked me in the afternoon, when I lay all the evening, neither awake nor asleep, but brooding over my thoughts alone. When Jeanneton had finished her day's work, she sometimes came to bear me company; but she soon moved away towards the little window, where the farmer's wife was twisting her arms through the bars. I was too feeble to listen to their low-toned confidences. I fell back with dreams, and lost the sense of reality. Their forms looked like shadows in the dim evening light; their expressive pantomime struck my sick imagination with fantastic images, immeasurably magnified. Their sudden bursts of laughter made me shudder. In my distress, I called Jeanneton, whom I knew not when I saw her, but looked wildly about on every side. If I saw the shadows moving and approaching me, I cried out with fear, and hid myself under the bed-clothes. This was not the result merely of slight fever. I had once seen a distressing vision at this window. On the day of the Ascension, my mother and elder brother being absent in town, I began to have chills at about nine in the morning. At noon, my father put me to bed, where I lay until evening, quite alone, twisting and turning in my fiery furnace, and more oppressed by solitude than by the devouring fever. There was an uncommon stillness in the country. The people were in church, the flocks and herds shut up on account of the great heat of the weather. Scarcely a locust was to be heard trilling his little music. All at once I heard mournful noises breaking the deep silence. The sounds seemed to rise and fall, but approaching constantly. I rose in my bed, and listened more

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  • Paperback | 54 pages
  • 189 x 246 x 3mm | 113g
  • Miami Fl, United States
  • English
  • black & white illustrations
  • 1236633962
  • 9781236633965