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Scarcely had Ojetti and his assistant set foot within the room when ping came an Austrian bullet through the window, shattering the crystal chandelier over their heads.

As the guests sauntered back to the living-room, they made a wide detour, rather than risk crossing the space beneath the brilliant chandelier with its innocent adornment. The host, after carefully depositing the cripple in the easiest chair, smiled over to Miss Crilly. "Too bad to cause you so many unnecessary steps!" he said. "My feet are not tired," she smiled back at him.

Since neither of them was sober, they chose, as the most secluded spot in the whole room, two chairs right in the centre, immediately under the chandelier. Consequently they were soon surrounded by an eagerly listening crowd. "Look here! You are a married man," said the lecturer at the top of his voice, so as not to be heard by the assembly, as he fondly imagined.

Miriam came to live with us while they were away. Upon their return she was herself to be married. "I had never seen Miriam before. Her arrival was unexpected, and I was absent from home when she came. I returned in the evening, and when I saw her first she was standing under the chandelier in the drawing room. Talk about spirits! For five seconds I thought I had seen one. "Miriam was a beauty.

She lived in what is called in Paris an hotel; it had its own concierge, and it was nice to hear the man say, "Oui, monsieur, Madame la Marquise est chez elle," to walk across a courtyard and wait in a boudoir stretched with blue silk, to sit under a Louis XVI. rock crystal chandelier.

"I think you're a " Foker was beginning, in his wrath, when Blanche interposed. "Henry, not a word! I pray you let there be forgiveness!" "You're an angel, by Jove, you're an angel!" said Foker, at which Blanche looked seraphically up to the chandelier.

She put her hands impulsively upon his shoulders as he stood looking at her with that queer expression which he believed to be a smile. "Peter, you dear old thing, indeed I shall miss you! I don't know what I shall do without you, and I'll write to you every single week." Gently he disengaged her arms. They were standing under that which, for courtesy's sake, had always been called the chandelier.

A crystal chandelier, which had once lent a fascinating illusion to the game of Monte, hung unlighted in the broad hall, where a few other bizarre and public articles were relegated. A long red sofa or bench, which had done duty beside a billiard-table found a place here also.

At the play, he sits in the great chandelier and burns in bright flames, so that people think it is really a flame, but they soon discover it is something else. He roves about in the garden of the palace and upon the ramparts: yes, once he even shot your father and mother right in the heart. Ask them only and you will hear what they'll tell you.

For a space Maitland stood in the hallway, troubled, apprehensive, heart strangely oppressed, vision clouded by the memory of the girl as he had seen her only a few minutes since: as she had stood beneath the chandelier, after acting upon her primary clear-headed impulse to give her rescuer the aid of the light.