From The Crime of Sylvestre Bonnard, by Anatole France, translated by Lafcadio Hearn
THERE ARE
"There are things hanging on the wall or scattered over the tables and shelves which usually please my fancy and amuse me. But today it would seem as if all those objects had suddenly conceived some kind of ill-will against me."
From Chapter IV, The Little Saint-George
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