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"Mimi," repeated Newton, with a smile and nod of his head. "Moi Charlotte." "Moi Louise." "Moi Céleste." "Moi Nina." "Moi Caroline." "Moi Manchette." "Et moi Cupidon," finished the little black boy, running up, and then retreating as fast back into his corner. Newton repeated all the names, as the individuals respectively introduced themselves to him.
The only family with whom the poet maintained any degree of intimacy was that of the Earl of Blessington, consisting of the Earl himself a gouty old gentleman, with stories about him of the past the Countess, and her sister, Miss Power, and the "cupidon déchaîné," the Anglo-French Count Alfred d'Orsay who were to take part in stories of the future.
By her who speaks has it been stated, that she at that time gained naturally the fields by the street door after vespers, enveloped in the robes of Jehan de Marsilis, visitor of the convent, who had hidden her, the person speaking, in a little hovel belonging to him, situated in the Cupidon Lane, near a tower in the town.
Cupidon, the little negro-boy we have before mentioned as sitting in the corner of the room, walked up with a very deliberate pace to the side of the ottoman, his two thick lips sticking out about six inches in advance of the remainder of his person. "Cupidon," said the lady, turning a little on one side to speak to him, "tu as mangé le dindon entier. Tu as mal fait, mon ami. Tu seras malade.
"Mimi," repeated Newton, with a smile and nod of his head. "Moi Charlotte." "Moi Louise." "Moi Celeste." "Moi Nina." "Moi Caroline." "Moi Manchette." "Et moi Cupidon," finished the little black boy, running up, and then retreating as fast back into his corner. Newton repeated all the names, as the individuals respectively introduced themselves to him.
Cupidon turned short round without reply, and walked back to his corner with the same deliberate pace as before, when he came out of it.
M. de Fontanges then explained to Newton the order which he had received. He then kissed the hand of Madame de Fontanges, tried to console the little slave girls, who were all au désespoir, patted Cupidon on the head, by way of farewell, and quitted the boudoir, in which he had passed so many happy hours.
Monsieur de Fontanges then explained to Newton the order which he had received. He then kissed the hand of Madame de Fontanges, tried to console the little slave girls, who were all au desespoir, patted Cupidon on the head, by way of farewell, and quitted the boudoir, in which he had passed so many happy hours.
"I thank your Majesty, but I must crave permission to return, for I have some ladies supping with me, including the Cupidon of to-night." "Tell her," said the King, "if she wears such high heels she will come to grief." "It will not be the first time," answered the Duke, with a laugh. "But don't ask me to say anything like that to her; she would box my ears!"
Now taking for good omen this, that I was a seven-year Valentine, though much too big for a Cupidon, I chose a seven-foot staff of ash, and fixed a loach-fork in it, to look as I had looked before; and leaving word upon matters of business, out of the back door I went, and so through the little orchard, and down the brawling Lynn-brook.
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