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Everything fitted well, although they had all been made the day before by guess in Westbourne Grove. Miss Starbrow made her stand in the middle of the room, and turned her round, while Fan glanced shyly at her own reflection in the tall cheval- glass, almost wondering "if this be I." "Yes, that will do well enough for the present," said her mistress.
Some of these dismal memories of Meran descended like birds of night upon Delia, as she stood with her arms above her head, in her long night-gown, looking intently but quite unconsciously into the depths of an old rosewood cheval glass.
Avez-vous le beau cheval de mon frere, oule joli chien de votre pere?" "No, no, Gray Wolf," shouts the motley group of assassins, rogues and pickpockets, even their hardened hearts appalled at his fearful words. "Mon Dieu! You cannot be so cruel!" "Tiens!" shouts the Gray Wolf, now maddened to desperation, and drawing his gleaming knife. "Voila! Canaille!
The principal entrance to the palace opens out from the Place Solferino and gives access immediately to the Cour du Cheval Blanc of Chambiges, which, since that eventful day in Napoleonic history nearly a hundred years ago, has become better known as the Cour des Adieux. At the rear rises the famous horseshoe stair, certainly much better expressed in French as the Escalier en Fer
"Dame Nature shifts the scene without much warning here, Thomas," said Massa Aaron; "we must get along, Doechez, mon cher doechez, diggez votre spurs into the flankibus of votre cheval, mon ami," shouted Aaron to our guide. "Oui, monsieur," replied the man, 'mais' I did not like this ominous "but," nevertheless we rode on. No more did Massa Aaron. The guide repeated his mais again.
Fuselli went to the main square again, casting an envious glance in the window of the Cheval Blanc, where he saw officers playing billiards in a well-lighted room painted white and gold, and a blond girl in a raspberry-colored shirtwaist enthroned haughtily behind the bar. He remembered the M. P. and automatically hastened his steps.
Bonaparte was dressed in the uniform of the 'chasseurs a cheval' of the Imperial Guard, and wore the Grand Cross of the Legion of Honour. On entering the vessel he took off his hat, and addressing Captain Maitland, said, "I am come to throw myself on the protection of the laws of England." Napoleon's manner was well calculated to make a favourable impression on those with whom he conversed.
He was very changed, quite different, but she was sure of it. It was a long time ago. She must have been quite a child. One of Joan's earliest recollections was the picture of herself standing before the high cheval glass in her mother's dressing-room. Her clothes lay scattered far and wide, falling where she had flung them; not a shred of any kind of covering was left to her.
But first, mark this: I have in the West here some land three hundred and twenty acres. It may yet be to me a home, where I shall begin once more with my Zoe's child with my Zoe of Zoe the home-life I lost down by the Beau Cheval.... Let us go at once." "Yes, at once," answered the Young Doctor.
I know there have been occasions when my conduct has won the approbation of good men; but never never in my whole life, have I felt more proud, more satisfied with myself than on that evening when, the last hook fastened, I gazed at my full-length Self in the cheval glass. I was a dream. I say it who should not; but I am not the only one who said it. I was a glittering dream.
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