Trying to Fascinate a Rich Heiress with His Chest Tone

"Leave, my dear . . ."

Turenne Brought Back

"You are on parole, explain that you are free!"

"Hey there, what are you doing there, M. Crunichon? ...I trust you aren't counting on catching something by sitting on the grass?"

Venus and Amor

This Morning Before the Sun Rise

The Novel

Around Dieppe

This Has Killed That

Do you see, my dear, the cigars . . .

Those Who Go To Die, They Salute You!

The Hunt for the Autograph