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Her niece, Duchesse d'E., had quite another "installation" in one of the windows a table with all sorts of delicate little instruments. She was book-binding doing quite lovely things in imitation of the old French binding. It was a work that required most delicate manipulation, but she seemed to do it quite easily.
When I know them all, then they'll all be mine, I suppose and everybody else's who knows them. So that's Mr B is it?" "Yes. And that's C," said his mother. "I'm glad to see you, Mr C," said Willie, merrily, nodding to the letter. "We shall know each other when we meet again. I suppose this is D, mamma. How d'e do, Mr D? And what's this one with its mouth open, and half its tongue cut off?"
In it there is a minor phrase which is quite intricate, and I saw that unless I came to d'E 's rescue he could never manage it. The lord and the lady reappear, while the friend and I retire in the background and lean up against the village steeple and whisper. The lady is violent and the lord is indifferent.
"You fellers sound awake?" A woman's voice. Under his breath, "Who the devil's that?" inquired the Colonel, brushing his hand over his eyes. Before he got across the tent Maudie had pushed the flap aside and put in her head. "Hello!" "Hell-o! How d'e do?" He shook hands, and the younger man nodded, "Hello." "When did you come to town?" asked the Colonel mendaciously.
Fletcher felt relieved; at the same time he determined without delay to make a new effort to get the fatal evidence of his former crime into his own possession. "Oh," said Bullion, as if he had forgotten something, "the wife and baby, let's see 'em." Fletcher called his wife, who came in timidly, and shrank from the fierce look of the man of money. "How d'e do, Ma'am? Your servant, Ma'am.
Wilson sprang to his feet and held out his hand. "Drifting Crane, how d'e do?" The Indian bowed, but did not take the settler's hand. Drifting Crane would have been called old if he had been a white man, and there was a look of age in the fixed lines of his powerful, strongly modeled face, but no suspicion of weakness in the splendid poise of his broad, muscular body.
"Good-day! good-day!" said he to his son's wife, in a squeaking, tremulous tone, that drove the child to his mother's arms, "Abner to home?" "No, Sir," said Hitty, with an involuntary shudder, that did not escape the bleared blue eye that fixed its watery gaze upon her. "Cold, a'n't ye? Better go in, better go in! Come, come along! How d'e do, little feller? don't know yer grandper, hey?"
When states and empires have their periods of declension, and feel in their turns what distress and poverty is, I stop not to tell the causes which gradually brought the house d'E-, in Brittany, into decay.
With these phantoms, priests were sometimes mingled, frequenters of this ancient salon, and some gentlemen; the Marquis de Sass , private secretary to Madame de Berry, the Vicomte de Val *, who published, under the pseudonyme of Charles-Antoine, monorhymed odes, the Prince de Beauff *, who, though very young, had a gray head and a pretty and witty wife, whose very low-necked toilettes of scarlet velvet with gold torsades alarmed these shadows, the Marquis de C *d'E , the man in all France who best understood "proportioned politeness," the Comte d'Am *, the kindly man with the amiable chin, and the Chevalier de Port-de-Guy, a pillar of the library of the Louvre, called the King's cabinet, M. de Port-de-Guy, bald, and rather aged than old, was wont to relate that in 1793, at the age of sixteen, he had been put in the galleys as refractory and chained with an octogenarian, the Bishop of Mirepoix, also refractory, but as a priest, while he was so in the capacity of a soldier.
I used to rake up all my old reminiscences of the boulevards and cafes and prados, giving details concerning the "petit-creves" and "cocottes," the "flaneurs" and "grandes dames" of the once "gay" capital gay no longer; and, interspersing them with veracious reports respecting the latest hidden thoughts of "Badinguet," and vivid descriptions of the respective toilets of the Empress Eugenie, Baroness de B , Madame la Comtesse C , la belle Marquise d'E , and all the other fashionable letters of the alphabet chronicling the very latest achievements in "Robes en train" and "Costumes a ravir" of the great artist Worth.
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