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We men of Southern blood do not love as you say a Frenchwoman loves." "But," said the countess, with a charming smile, "I thought it was hatred we were talking of." "Ah, madame," cried the barrister, "explained and understood as it has been, that word is still a thing that hurts me.
I forgot to mention that a very beautiful French lady came on board at Gibraltar; she looked like one of Van Beers' pictures as she came down the quay steps in a most exquisite dress, dreamlike petticoats, and open-work stockings on Diana's extremities, and she had a little parasol, and held her skirts high a Frenchwoman hates mud and the rain poured, in sheets!
The place had a perfectly respectable exterior, and is situated, as you know, in a reputable thoroughfare. We ascended to the second floor, entered the flat, and were ushered by a middle-aged Frenchwoman into a sort of sitting-room. "Dubois turned to a writing-desk and unlocked a drawer. "'Here are the documents I promised you, Mr.
"Eh bien, madame?" asked her maid, a Frenchwoman whom she had brought with her from Paris, as she unlaced her stays. "Eh bien, Justine!" replied Varvara Pavlovna. "He has aged a great deal, but I think he is just as good as ever. Give me my gloves for the night, and get the gray dress, the high one, ready for to-morrow morning and don't forget the mutton cutlets for Ada.
She had come to regard the beautiful Frenchwoman as spoiled and self-indulgent, prone, like many others of her type, to exaggerate trifling ailments though she concluded that the explanation of this tendency lay in the boredom of the woman's daily life.
Eating was not in Nettie's line just now; the little kind Frenchwoman had been to see her in the course of the day and brought some delicious rolls and a jug of riz-au-gras, which was what seemed to suit Nettie's appetite best of all. Several days went on; she did not feel sick, and she was a little stronger; but appetite and colour were wanting.
Was there a hidden treasure and how did the Marquis know about it? What part had the Southern Cross to play with its diabolical looking captain, and what could have become of Nancy? Then why had Madame de la Fontaine but again his cheek would burn and remembrance of the bewitching Frenchwoman blotted out all else. At half-past twelve Captain Bonhomme appeared again.
She was tall and straight and dressed in black, and she wore a cap which, if Newman had been initiated into such mysteries, would have been a sufficient assurance that she was not a Frenchwoman; a cap of pure British composition. She had a pale, decent, depressed-looking face, and a clear, dull, English eye.
She is a hard, clever Frenchwoman, who would like to amuse herself and enjoy her Paris, and she must be bored to death at passing all her time in the midst of stupid English people who mumble broken French at her. Some day she will poison the soup or the vin rouge; but I hope that will not be until after mother and I shall have left her.
He was near; and quietly the eyelids of mademoiselle lifted on him. Her look was grave, straight, uninquiring, soon accurately perusing; an arrow of Artemis for penetration. He went by, with the sound in the throat of a startled bush-bird taking to wing; he limped off some nail of the deck, as if that young Frenchwoman had turned the foot to a hoof.
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