She took the liberty of inquiring whether it was long since Anatole had left Paris and how he had liked that city.
LEROY - BEAULIEU, HENRI JEAN BAPTISTE Anatole (1842-), French publicist, was born at Lisieux, on the 12th of February 1842.
- Georges Alfassa, La Crise agraire en Russie (Paris, 1905); Anatole Leroy-Beaulieu, L'Empire des Tsars (3 vols., Paris, 1882-88; Eng.
Among critical works are: Anatole Feugere, Bourdaloue, sa predication et son temps (Paris, 1874); Adrien Lezat, Bourdaloue, theologien et orateur (Paris, 1874); P. M.
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In the second volume of La Vie litteraire Anatole France contests the theory of Sainte-Beuve.
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4 was married to Prince Anatole Demidov.
(1857); Anatole de Montaiglon and Georges Duplessis in Revue universelle des arts, i.
Siecle (Paris, 1901), and L'Allemagne, la France et la question d'Autriche (76, 1902); Rene Henry, Questions d'Autriche-Hongrie et question d'orient (Paris, 1903), with preface by Anatole LeroyBeaulieu; " Scotus Viator," The Future of Austria-Hungary (London, 1907).
An interesting reconstruction is given by Anatole France in Sur la Pierre blanche.
1869), who has been influenced by Strindberg and by Anatole France.
Anatole France delivered an impassioned oration at the grave.
ANATOLE JEAN-BAPTISTE ANTOINE DE BARTHELEMY (1821-1904), French archaeologist and numismatist, was born at Reims on the 1st of July 1821, and died at Ville d'Avray on the 27th of June 1904.
As an historical figure, it is impossible to dogmatize concerning the personality of Joan of Arc. The modern clerical view has to some extent provoked what appears, in Anatole France's learned account, ably presented as it is, to be a retaliation, in regarding her as a clerical tool in her own day.
I don't speak of Anatole, your youngest.
Hippolyte is at least a quiet fool, but Anatole is an active one.
"Have you never thought of marrying your prodigal son Anatole?" she asked.
"Do you know," he said at last, evidently unable to check the sad current of his thoughts, "that Anatole is costing me forty thousand rubles a year?
Anna Pavlovna had already managed to speak to Lise about the match she contemplated between Anatole and the little princess' sister-in-law.
Pierre was staying at Prince Vasili Kuragin's and sharing the dissipated life of his son Anatole, the son whom they were planning to reform by marrying him to Prince Andrew's sister.
Reaching the large house near the Horse Guards' barracks, in which Anatole lived, Pierre entered the lighted porch, ascended the stairs, and went in at the open door.
A bottle here, said Anatole, taking a glass from the table he went up to Pierre.
Anatole kept on refilling Pierre's glass while explaining that Dolokhov was betting with Stevens, an English naval officer, that he would drink a bottle of rum sitting on the outer ledge of the third floor window with his legs hanging out.
"Go on, you must drink it all," said Anatole, giving Pierre the last glass, "or I won't let you go!"
"No, I won't," said Pierre, pushing Anatole aside, and he went up to the window.
Dolokhov was holding the Englishman's hand and clearly and distinctly repeating the terms of the bet, addressing himself particularly to Anatole and Pierre.
Anatole with his swaggering air strode up to the window.
Anatole turned to the Englishman and taking him by one of the buttons of his coat and looking down at him--the Englishman was short--began repeating the terms of the wager to him in English.
Anatole did not release him, and though he kept nodding to show that he understood, Anatole went on translating Dolokhov's words into English.
The first volume of which was issued by his grandson Count Anatole Nesselrode at Paris in 1904.
Anatole was sobbing painfully.
On the way Pierre was told of the death of his brother-in-law Anatole and of that of Prince Andrew.
Anatole brought two candles and placed them on the window sill, though it was already quite light.
Anatole stood erect with staring eyes.
Anatole Kuragin's father managed somehow to get his son's affair hushed up, but even he was ordered out of Petersburg.
He had arranged this for himself so as to visit his neglected estates at the same time and pick up his son Anatole where his regiment was stationed, and take him to visit Prince Nicholas Bolkonski in order to arrange a match for him with the daughter of that rich old man.
Prince Vasili and Anatole had separate rooms assigned to them.
Anatole, having taken off his overcoat, sat with arms akimbo before a table on a corner of which he smilingly and absent-mindedly fixed his large and handsome eyes.
Then Anatole came up to her.
Anatole stood with his right thumb under a button of his uniform, his chest expanded and his back drawn in, slightly swinging one foot, and, with his head a little bent, looked with beaming face at the princess without speaking and evidently not thinking about her at all.