...Napoleon Bonaparte, born at Ajaccio, Corsica,August 15, 1769; died on the island of St... 
Gustavo Adolfo Becquer 「Legends, Tales and Poems」
... Bonaparte Blenkins sat on the side of the bed...
(AKA Ralph Iron) Olive Schreiner 「The Story of an African Farm」
... “I, sir,” said Bonaparte, “was born at this hour, on an April afternoon, three-and-fifty years ago...
(AKA Ralph Iron) Olive Schreiner 「The Story of an African Farm」
...Often came to visit me at Bonaparte Hall...
(AKA Ralph Iron) Olive Schreiner 「The Story of an African Farm」
...He had only one fault, that Duke of Wellington’s nephew,” said Bonaparte, observing that the German was deeply interested in every word, “He was a coward—what you might call a coward...
(AKA Ralph Iron) Olive Schreiner 「The Story of an African Farm」
... “I, my friend,” said Bonaparte, “I have been in every country in the world, and speak every civilised language, excepting only Dutch and German...
(AKA Ralph Iron) Olive Schreiner 「The Story of an African Farm」
...” said Bonaparte...
(AKA Ralph Iron) Olive Schreiner 「The Story of an African Farm」
... “Don’t mention it,” said Bonaparte...
(AKA Ralph Iron) Olive Schreiner 「The Story of an African Farm」
... “My friend,” said Bonaparte, closing his eyes sadly, “you are kind; but were it not that tomorrow is the Sabbath, weak and trembling as I lie here, I would proceed on my way...
(AKA Ralph Iron) Olive Schreiner 「The Story of an African Farm」
... “The blessed Sabbath!” said Bonaparte...
(AKA Ralph Iron) Olive Schreiner 「The Story of an African Farm」
...Going to the beam where a pair of top-boots hung, he took them off, dusted them carefully, and put them down before Bonaparte...
(AKA Ralph Iron) Olive Schreiner 「The Story of an African Farm」
... When they rose from their knees Bonaparte solemnly seated himself in the chair and opened the Bible...
(AKA Ralph Iron) Olive Schreiner 「The Story of an African Farm」
... A low hollow bellow prevented reply, and the voice of Bonaparte lifted itself on high...
(AKA Ralph Iron) Olive Schreiner 「The Story of an African Farm」
... On the stretcher behind the sacks Bonaparte lay on his face, his head pressed into a pillow, his legs kicking gently...
(AKA Ralph Iron) Olive Schreiner 「The Story of an African Farm」
... “My dear friend,” said Bonaparte, taking off his hat, “I came not to sup, not for mere creature comforts, but for an hour of brotherly intercourse with a kindred spirit...
(AKA Ralph Iron) Olive Schreiner 「The Story of an African Farm」
... “Ah, my friend,” said Bonaparte, “what joy it is to be once more in your society...
(AKA Ralph Iron) Olive Schreiner 「The Story of an African Farm」
... “Tant Sannie is a singular woman,” said Bonaparte, taking the tobacco bag the German passed to him...
(AKA Ralph Iron) Olive Schreiner 「The Story of an African Farm」
... “No, thank you, my friend; I have business that must be done tonight,” said Bonaparte...
(AKA Ralph Iron) Olive Schreiner 「The Story of an African Farm」
... Bonaparte stood on the ash-heap...
(AKA Ralph Iron) Olive Schreiner 「The Story of an African Farm」
... Bonaparte patted him on the cheek kindly...
(AKA Ralph Iron) Olive Schreiner 「The Story of an African Farm」
... At five o’clock Bonaparte knelt before a box in the German’s room...
(AKA Ralph Iron) Olive Schreiner 「The Story of an African Farm」
... It was getting dark, and Bonaparte stood with his finger on his nose reflecting...
(AKA Ralph Iron) Olive Schreiner 「The Story of an African Farm」
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