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Excerpt from The Crime of Sylvestre Bonnard I put on my slippers and my dressing-gown, and brushed away a tear which the north wind, blowing across the quay, had brought into my eyes. A bright fire was burning on the hearth in my study. Ice-crystals, in the form of fern-leaves, frosted the window-panes, hiding from me the Seine, its bridges, and the Louvre des Valois. Drawing my arm-chair and writing-table before the fire, I took the place that Hamilcar deigned to leave me. Hamilcar, his nose between his paws, lay curled up on a feather cushion in front of the andirons. His thick, soft fur rose and fell with his regular breathing. As I approached, he gently Opened his dark eyes from between their half closed lids, but almost instantly shut them again, as if saying to himself, It is nothing; only my friend. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.