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"Doll me up, Annie!" she cried lightly, as if by sheer force of will power compelling herself to be light hearted and gay. "Yuh goin' out, Miss Laura?" "Yes, I'm going to Broadway to make a hit, and to h ll with the rest!" As she spoke, a hurdy-gurdy in the street under her window began to play the tune of "Bon-bon Buddy, My Chocolate Drop." Laura stopped her humming and listened.
Love more than she did any of his guests: she was called Rosalie Caumartin, and was at the head of a large bon-bon establishment; married, but her husband had gone four years ago to the Isle of France, and she was a little doubtful whether she might not be justly entitled to the privileges of a widow. Next to Mr.
"Well thought of, and well expressed." "Pray allow the Count to proceed," said Madame Fosco, with stern civility. "You will find, young ladies, that HE never speaks without having excellent reasons for all that he says." "Thank you, my angel," replied the Count. "Have a bon-bon?" He took out of his pocket a pretty little inlaid box, and placed it open on the table.
“Hiccup!” here replied Bon-Bon, and his Majesty proceeded: “But if I have a penchant, Monsieur Bon-Bon if I have a penchant, it is for a philosopher. Yet, let me tell you, sir, it is not every dev I mean it is not every gentleman who knows how to choose a philosopher. Long ones are not good; and the best, if not carefully shelled, are apt to be a little rancid on account of the gall.” “Shelled!!”
Eyes, Pierre Bon-Bon, are very well in their proper place that, you would say, is the head? right the head of a worm. To you, likewise, these optics are indispensable yet I will convince you that my vision is more penetrating than your own. There is a cat I see in the corner a pretty cat look at her observe her well.
Tasso's 'Gierusalemme Liberata' is altogether unquestionably a fine poem, though it has some low, and many false thoughts in it: and Boileau very justly makes it the mark of a bad taste, to compare 'le Clinquant Tasse a l' Or de Virgile'. The image, with which he adorns the introduction of his epic poem, is low and disgusting; it is that of a froward, sick, puking child, who is deceived into a dose of necessary physic by 'du bon-bon'. These verses are these: "Cosi all'egro fanciul porgiamo aspersi Di soavi licor gli orli del vaso: Succhi amari ingannato intanto ei beve, E dall' inganno suo vita riceve."
Afterwards they were to go to the little bon-bon play-house up by the more pretentious bon-bon Casino. He was to watch the antics of a band of actors toying with some mimic fate, flippantly, to the sound of music, when his own destiny swung trembling on the last silken thread of tortured suspense! Yet it was better than moping alone, he told himself. He hated loneliness.
She's had sixteen pickle-forks, ten bon-bon spoons, an' eight cut-glass whipped-cream bowls, but I dare say they'll all come in handy, one way or another, an' it makes you feel good to have so many generous friends.
You never hear me talk about clothes and such twaddle, said Stuffy, suppressing a yawn, and feeling for another bon-bon wherewith to refresh himself. 'You talk about eating, and that is even worse for a man. You will marry a cook and keep a restaurant some day, laughed Josie, down on him at once.
Warden's pearl-gray visiting dress spread over the grimy floor, and as she stooped and drew it to her she could not help thinking of an expression of Heine's, "She looked like a bon-bon which has fallen in the mire." The conversation began, and was carried on as such conversations usually are.
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