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So did a man with the air of an emaciated beau or worn-out libertine, who looked at life through one eye-glass, and held out his hand tremulously when he asked for change. It could surely be no severity of system, but rather some dream of white crows, or the induction that the eighth of the month was lucky, which inspired the fierce yet tottering impulsiveness of his play.
"I hope he is not in a bad temper, Peggy. I have come to ask him a few questions." "About your own business?" asked she in a lower tone. Jennings nodded. Peggy knew his occupation, but as yet he had not been able to tell Le Beau.
The first is as spirituel and clever as formerly, and the second is as frank, high-spirited, and well-bred the very beau idéal of a son of the sea, possessing all the attributes of that generous race, joined to all those said to be peculiar to the high-born and well-educated. Sat a considerable time with the Duchesse de Guiche today.
'And I'm sure they're the nicest. Chloe agreed that they were. The duchess measured Chloe and the beau together, with a mind swift in apprehending all that it hungered for. She would have pursued the pleasing theme had she not been directed to gaze below upon the towers and roofs of the Wells, shining sleepily in a siesta of afternoon Summer sunlight.
Even when Fred Farrell, her old beau, married a girl she knew and built a fine house all piazzas and bow-winders right in sight of their shabby little rented cottage, I don't think she minded it; even if Mis' Farrell didn't have anythin' to do from mornin' till night only set in a white dress on her piazza, and rock, and give parties, Betty didn't seem to mind. She had her Joe.
Vis-a-vis with her, and consequently with myself, was Adonaïs, a celebrated author, and person of the beau monde. On his left, Dalton, always mysteriously elegant and dangerously witty. Denslow and Jeffrey Lethal, the critic, completed our circle. The conversation was easy, animated, personal.
But suddenly repenting, for Virginie was a hard-working widow who had behaved very well for an outsider having come from Chalfonte beyond the Beau Chevalshe added: "But if he was a Protestant and could get a divorce, and you did marry him, you'd make him have more sense than he's got; for you've a quiet sensible way, and you've worked hard since Palass Poucette died."
There was the rich comerciante, Don Jose Rincon, with his fat wife and four fat sleepy-looking daughters there, too, the wife and family of the alcalde there the Echevarrias, with their brother the "beau" in full Paris costume, with dress coat and crush hat the only one to be seen in the saloon.
There was no more talk of a poor makeshift for a beau like Charlie Peters. All the girls in the school canceled her name with that of the velvet boy, and Rosie was so proud because Katie Price was so envious that she fairly hugged Elizabeth for joy. But the latter was not altogether happy. Of course it was fine to be the chosen one of the boy from town, but there were drawbacks.
The recognition was simultaneous. The beau nodded, then whistled, and winked. "Come, my man, I am at your service," said he. Philip, with many misgivings, followed him across the yard. The gentleman then beckoned him to approach. "You, sir, moind, I never peach setting up here in the honest line? Dull work, honesty, eh?" "Sir, I really don't know you."
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