La chamade
Francoise Sagan, Robert Westhoff
Language: English
Pages: 91
ISBN: 0719512085
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La Chamade is a 1965 novel by French playwright and novelist Françoise Sagan.
It was adapted into a 1968 movie starring Catherine Deneuve and Michel Piccoli.
Like many of Sagan's novels, this is a story of lost love
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Terrified, just as he had looked, doubtless, five minutes earlier. She saw him, stopped, and automatically he took a step toward her. A dizziness overcame Antoine: 'I shall go to her, put my arms around her, kiss her on the mouth, I don't care about the others.' Lucile guessed his intention and, for a second, almost let him carry it out. The night, the day had been too long, waiting for Charles had been too long, so that for two hours, she had been afraid of arriving at the party to find that.
Tray. He smiled. 'What's the weather like?' 'Greyish, but there's a smell of spring in the air.' She was sixty and had been in his service for the past ten years. Lyric expressions were not her custom. 'Spring?' he repeated absently. 'Yes, that's what Miss Lucile told me. She was in the kitchen before I came down, took an orange and said she must be off, that there was a smell of spring in the air.' She smiled. At first Charles had been afraid that she might resent Lucile, but after two.
Call, Lucile closed her book, took a sweater out of the closet, the keys of the car that Charles had rented and went downstairs. She caught a glimpse of herself in a mirror that cluttered the hotel lobby and she gave herself a furtive, undecided smile, the kind one shows to a very sick person, condemned by the doctors, and who suddenly leaves the hospital, apparently cured. She must drive very carefully, the road was in bad condition and full of curves. An imprudent dog, a speed-demon, a material.
Her, and stood before her, motionless. 'I had to go out for a good two hours. Didn't Marianne tell you?' 'Of course, of course. What time did you leave the office?' 'About an hour ago.' 'Oh?' There was something about that 'oh' that worried Lucile. She raised her eyes but Antoine did not look at her. 'I had an appointment next door to Le Réveil,' he said rapidly. 'I called you up to say I'd drop by for you. You weren't there. So I went there directly at five-thirty. That's that.' 'That's.
God, of course I swear it. You still have a mania for putting people under oath? It's been a long time since I've had to swear to something.' He began to laugh gently and she laughed with him. 'Johnny led me to believe that you had cancer, no less.' He stopped laughing at once. 'And that's why you telephoned me? You didn't want me to die alone?' She shook her head: 'I wanted to see you again, too.' And to her great surprise, she realised that it was true. 'I'm alive, my dear Lucile,.