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John Gabriel Borkman

Creator: Ibsen, Henrik, 1828-1906
Translator: Archer, William, 1856-1924
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MRS. GUNHILD BORKMAN, his wife. ERHART BORKMAN, their son, a student. MISS ELLA RENTHEIM, Mrs. Borkman's twin sister. MRS. FANNY WILTON. VILHELM FOLDAL, subordinate clerk in a Government office. FRIDA FOLDAL, his daughter. MRS. BORKMAN'S MAID. The action passes one winter evening, at the Manorhouse of the Rentheim family, in the neighbourhood of Christiania. JOHN GABRIEL BORKMAN PLAY IN FOUR ACTS ACT FIRST MRS. BORKMAN's drawing-room, furnished with old-fashioned, faded
The Napoleon of the People

THE NAPOLEON OF THE PEOPLE BY HONORE DE BALZAC PREPARER'S NOTE The Napoleon of the People was originally published in Le Medicin de Campagne (The Country Doctor). It is a story told to a group of peasants by the character of Goguelat, an ex-soldier who served under Napoleon in an infantry regiment. It was later included in Folk-tales of Napoleon: Napoleonder from the Russian, a collection of stories by various authors. This translation is by Ellen Marriage and Clara Bell. Napoleon, you see, my friends, was born in Corsica, which is a French
splendour. At the back, an open sliding-door leads into a garden-room, with windows and a glass door. Through it a view over the garden; twilight with driving snow. On the right, a door leading from the hall. Further forward, a large old-fashioned iron stove, with the fire lighted. On the left, towards the back, a single smaller door. In front, on the same side, a window, covered with thick curtains. Between the window and the door a horsehair sofa, with a table in front of it covered with a cloth. On the table, a lighted lamp with a shade. Beside the stove a high-backed armchair. MRS. GUNHILD BORKMAN sits on the sofa, crocheting. She is an elderly lady, of cold, distinguished appearance, with stiff carriage and immobile features. Her abundant hair is very grey. Delicate transparent hands. Dressed in a gown of heavy dark silk, which has originally been handsome, but is now somewhat worn and shabby. A woollen shawl over her shoulders. She sits for a time erect and immovable at her crochet. Then the bells of a passing sledge are heard. MRS. BORKMAN. [Listens; her eyes sparkle with gladness and she involuntarily whispers]. Erhart! At last!