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Madame Virginie could converse with the young dandies who were always hanging about the buffet, and parry their witticisms, while she kept account with the waiters and had her eye upon every corner of the great room. She was really pretty only from five till seven in the afternoon that being the time at which Alphonse invariably visited the cafe.
It lent itself, like the poet's imagination, to the world's brilliant illusions, to the smooth and false coquetry of those smiles that brought the dreadful catastrophe in their train, for which there seemed to be no compensation in this world. And yet upon the Capitol the poet was clothed with a mantle of purer and more brilliant purple than that of Alphonse."
Monsieur Alphonse dead?" "Heart disease," answered the doctor. One came running with water, another with vinegar. Amid laughter and noise, the balls could be heard cannoning on the inner billiard-table. "Hush!" some one whispered. "Hush!" was repeated; and the silence spread in wider and wider circles round the corpse, until all was quite still. "Come and lend a hand," said the doctor.
They then threw poor Captain Alphonse, who commanded her, overboard, after they had half killed him, and the rest of the unfortunate sailors and passengers, amongst them my little daughter, are now at the mercy of the black devils!" "My God!" exclaimed the skipper, confounded by this lucid statement. "And you, sir?"
Affairs had been for some time in this position, when, one fine morning, Alphonse de Bellefonds was not to be found in his chamber when his servant went to call him; neither had his bed been slept in. He had been observed to go out rather late on the preceding evening, but whether or not he had returned, nobody could tell.
It was a sight to have melted any heart, save those around them; but bloodshed and crime had choked up every avenue of feeling, and left them, not men, but tigers. "'Alphonse de Meringues, cried out the boy, in answer to a question regarding his name.
With a swift backward glance into her earnest dark eyes, an indulgence I could not deny myself, I bowed my way forth from the room, and discovering Alphonse upon the porch, where he evidently felt himself on guard, and bidding him it was the will of his mistress that he follow, I flung my rifle across my shoulder, and strode straight ahead until I came out upon the river bank.
It is to the priestly character, in truth, that M. Fabre always comes back for tranquillizing effect; and if his peasants have something akin to Wordsworth's, his priests may remind one of those solemn ecclesiastical heads familiar in the paintings and etchings of M. Alphonse Legros.
She used to eat her meals standing, and answer her master and mistress quite rudely. M. Alphonse had taken away the bench which was by the door, and had put up little green bushes with trellis-work round them. He cut down the old elm tree, too, to which the wood owl used to come on summer evenings. Of course the old tree had not shaded the house for a long time.
For a long time, every advancement brought with it a certain qualm of conscience; and yet he worked on with restless ardor. One day Alphonse said, in his light, frank way: "You are really a smart fellow, Charlie! You're getting ahead of everybody, young and old not to mention me. I'm quite proud of you." Charles felt ashamed.
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