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He might have sold the thing for many louis, and yet he brought it to me; and he would not go till he had seen me sitting on it, muffling my hands and face in the soft fur. Just now, as I am writing, I glance at the table where I sit a small brown table of oak, carved with the name of Felise, Baroness of Beaugard.

Aubertin's hour of out-a-door study; and he came mooning along, buried in a book, and walked slowly into the group started, made a slight apology, and was mooning off, lost in his book again. Then the baroness, who had eyed him with grim suspicion all the time, said with well-affected nonchalance, "Doctor, you dropped your purse; we have just picked it up." And she handed it to him.

"And why should it be for one who, though he lecture me with such gravity and gracefulness, can scarcely be entitled to play the part of Mentor by the weight of years?" said the Baroness, with a smile: "for one who, I trust, who I should think, as little deserved, and was as little inured to, sorrow as myself!"

There was not a marriageable young girl who was not a little in love with him, and their mothers envied the luck of the Tzigana. "It is astonishing how jealous the mammas are," said the Baroness, gayly. "They will make me pay dearly for having been the matchmaker; but I am proud of it, very proud. Zilah has good taste, that is all.

'I do think it a nice kind of letter, and quite humble enough, said Clotilde. He agreed, 'Yes, yes: she knows already that this is really serious with me. So much for the baroness. Now for their parting. A parting that is no worse than the turning of a page to a final meeting is made light of, but felt.

"My dear sir, your tone and manner remind me of the wicked spirit at the horrible moment in the story when he comes to demand the bartered soul, and the enchanted castle falls a wreck!" "Your comparison is an apt one, baroness," sighed the old man. "I came to you, baron, because I loved your father.

The baroness and her daughter looked at one another in silence. "Is it a jest?" inquired the former of the latter. "Can you think so? Answer Monsieur Perrin. He has just done us a kind office, mother." "I shall remember it. Monsieur, permit me to regret that having lately won our gratitude and esteem, you have taken this way of modifying those feelings.

"Well, what of them?" "Nothing new. The father a suicide, the son in Africa, and the mother has disappeared." "Just like Baroness Danglars." "Yes, only with this difference, that Madame de Morcerf and her son gave their whole fortune to the poor." "I am glad for the poor I " "The Benedetto affair is now on," broke in the voice of the reporter, interrupting their conversation. "Ah thank you."

When eighteen years old, she went to Italy, where she made copies from the masters and did much original work as well. Among her best portraits are those of the Baroness Habert, Guizot, Rossini, Isabey, Robert-Fleury, M. and Mme. de Torigny, Count de Zeppel, and her own portrait.

Heneage, who was leaning back in his chair, looking into the fire with half closed eyes, straightened himself, and turned directly towards his companion. "How much do you know about the Baroness de Sturm?" he asked. "Nothing at all," Wrayson answered. "I met her for the first time to-night." Heneage looked back into the fire. "Ah!" he murmured. "I thought that it might be so.