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英文名著3000 本 The Crime of Sylvestre Bonnard by Anatole France 1 英文名著3000 本 Part I--The Log December 24, 1849. I had put on my slippers and my dressing-gown. I wiped away a tear with which the north wind blowing over the quay had obscured my vision. A bright fire was leaping in the chimney of my study. Ice-crystals, shaped like fern- leaves, were sprouting over the windowpanes and concealed from me the Seine with its bridges and the Louvre of the Valois. I drew up my easy-chair to the hearth, and my table- volante, and took up so much of my place by the fire as Hamilcar deigned to allow me. Hamilcar was lying in front of the andirons, curled up on a cushion, with his nose between his paws. His think find fur rose and fell with 2 英文名著3000 本 his regular breathing. At my coming, he slowly slipped a glance of his agate eyes at me from between his half- opened lids,which he closed again almost at once, thinking to himself, It is nothing; it is only my friend. Hamilcar, I said to him, as I stretched my legs-- Hamilcar, somnolent Prince of the City of Books--thou guardian nocturnal! Like that Divine Cat who combated the impious in Heliopolis--in the night of the great combat--thou dost defend from vile nibblers those books which the old savant acquired at the cost of his slender savings and indefatigable zeal. Sleep, Hamilcar, softly as a sultana, in this library, that shelters thy military virtues;