Anatole France 
Crime of Sylvestre Bonnard [EPUB ebook] 

pub One.info thank you for your continued support and wish to present you this new edition. 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.