A stepfather

The two opponents remained motionless for some time, facing and watching each other with mutual vigilance. At the end, a burning flush spread over Brousselle’s cheeks, and blood seemed to spurt out of his bloodshot eyes, along with his infuriated look. At the same time, with a leap as quick as that of a starving tiger spotting a prey, he …Read more »

The two enemies looked at each other silently. Each of them seemed to be waiting for the other one to provoke him. From the muted rage spread over Brousselle’s face, one could have thought for a moment that some deadly insult was about to shoot from his tense white lips. This didn’t happen, though. After a violent but short inner struggle, Laure’s stepfather managed to hold back his fury. He soon smiled proudly, as a man who was able to …Read more »

— Let’s go and see your friend, unless you’re ashamed of my company.
— I would certainly be very proud…, but my friend lives in Auteuil. You might not wish to go that way?
— On the contrary, it was precisely to Auteuil that I intended to ride today.
— Well… my friend is sick, said Henri increasingly disconcerted, and perhaps your visit…
— Laubespin, the old man said in a cutting voice, admit that it is not as easy to lie as is commonly imagined.
— Uncle, this is a remark …Read more »