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"'E gone at Doctah Kin." "I do not need Doctor Keene; I am not badly hurt. Raoul should not have left you here in this manner. You must not stay." "Bud, 'Sieur Frowenfel', I am afred to paz dad gangue!" A new distress seized Joseph in view of this additional complication. But, unmindful of this suggestion, the fair Creole suddenly exclaimed: "'Sieu' Frowenfel', you har a hinnocen' man!
That she had some mental reservation was certain. "'Sieur Frowenfel'," said Aurora, as he raised his hat for good-day, "you din come home yet." He did not understand until he had crimsoned and answered he knew not what something about having intended every day.
"Two hun-rade an' fifty dollahs or not'in'!" said the indignant Creole, clenching one fist, and with the other hand lifting his hat by the front corner and slapping it down upon the counter. "Ha, ha, ha! a pase of waint a wase of paint! 'Sieur Frowenfel', you don' know not'in' 'bout it! You har a jedge of painting?" he added cautiously. "No, sir." "Eh, bien! foudre tonnerre! look yeh! you know?
She had a pride, to maintain which and a poverty, to conceal which she felt to be necessary to her self-respect; and this made her of necessity a trifle unsocial in her own castle. Do you suppose she was going to put on the face of having been born or married to this degraded condition of things? Who knows? the knock might have been from 'Sieur Frowenfel' ha, ha!
Go, hopen yo' do's an' stan juz as you har ub biffo dad crowd and sesso! My God! 'Sieu' Frowenfel', iv you cannod stan' ub by you'sev " She ceased suddenly with a wild look, as if another word would have broken the levees of her eyes, and in that instant Frowenfeld recovered the full stature of a man. "God bless you!" he cried. "I will do it!"
"It is waiting for you," said Frowenfeld; but the lady did not hear him; she was giving her attention to the loud voice of Agricola saying in the course of discussion: "The Louisiana Creole is the noblest variety of enlightened man!" "Oo dad is, 'Sieur Frowenfel'?" she asked, softly, but with an excited eye. "That is Mr.
Not only knowing full well the existence of this swelling heart and the significance, to-day, of its every warm pulsation, but kindly covering up the discovery with make-believe reproaches. The tears started in her eyes; that was her reply. "Oh, now! it is the rent again, I suppose," cried Aurora, "always the rent. It is not the rent that worries me, it is 'Sieur Frowenfel', poor man.
How's Honoré? Tell me what has happened. Remember, I've been away five months." "No; I am verrie glad dat I sole 'er. What? Ha! I should think so! If it have not had been fo' dat I would not be married to-day. You think I would get married on dat sal'rie w'at Proffis-or Frowenfel' was payin' me?
"Were you lef you' hat, 'Sieur Frowenfel'?" he asked, and stole an artist's glance at Clotilde, while Joseph straightened up, and nerving himself to a tolerable calmness of speech, said: "I have been struck with a stick of wood by a half-witted person under a misunderstanding of my intentions; but the circumstances are such as to blacken my character hopelessly; but I am innocent!" he cried, stretching forward both arms and quite losing his momentary self-control.
Clotilde felt as though she had been laid entire upon a slide of his microscope. Aurora at length broke her reverie. "Clotilde," she spoke in French "the matter with you is that you have no heart. You never did have any. Really and truly, you do not care whether 'Sieur Frowenfel' lives or dies. You do not care how he is or where he is this minute. I wish you had some of my too large heart.
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