Publisher's Synopsis
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1917 edition. Excerpt: ... E had just left Gisors, where I was awakened by hearing the name of the town called out by the guards, and I was dozing off again when a terrific shock threw me forward on top of a large lady who sat opposite me. One of the wheels of the engine had broken, and the engine itself lay across the track. The tender and the baggage-car were also derailed, and lay beside this mutilated engine, which rattled, groaned, hissed, puffed, sputtered, and resembled those horses that fall in the street with their flanks heaving, breasts palpitating, nostrils steaming, and the whole body trembling, but incapable of the slightest effort to rise and go on again. There were no dead, or wounded; only a few 181 with bruises, for the train was not going at full speed. And we looked with sorrow at the great crippled iron creature, which could not draw us along any more, and which perhaps would block the track for some time, for no doubt they would have to send to Paris for a special train to come to our aid., It was then ten o'clock in the morning, and I at once decided to go back to Gisors for breakfast. As I was walking along I said to myself: ' " Gisors--Gisors--why, I know some one there! Who is it? Gisors? Let me see, I have a friend in this town." A name suddenly came to my mind, " Albert Marambot." He was an old school friend whom I had not seen for at least twelve years, and who was practising medicine in Gisors. He had often written inviting me to come to see him, and I had always promised to do so, without keeping my word. But at last I would take advantage of this opportunity. I asked the first passer-by: " Do you know where Doctor Marambot lives? " He replied without hesitation, and with the drawling accent of the Normans: " Eue Dauphine." I...
