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His songs were the light-opera favorites, the fame of which reached the border from New York and London, and even Vienna. And when there was difficulty about getting the accompaniments played he took his place unaffectedly at the piano and played them himself.
Albert left school and went to the university to study medicine; after a very brief struggle he gave this up, studied singing, and in 1819 or 1820 made his debut as a light-opera tenor. Before this Geyer had warned him against taking such a course; but apparently he was obdurate.
Later on civil orders of arrest were limited by statute to certain classes of cases, such as, for instance, the conversion of money. Among our clients there was a certain exceedingly attractive young lady of French extraction, named Mademoiselle Valerie Carrell, who was a popular favorite upon the light-opera stage when light opera was in swaddling-clothes.
"I remember the last time I was in London I took out to supper none of the coryphées you boys are so proud of being seen about with, but" and, pausing impressively, he named a reigning lady of the light-opera stage. "You did!" exclaimed a subaltern. "I did," he replied complacently. "What did you talk about?" asked Major Dewes, and the Political Officer suddenly grew serious.
Now his eyes were on Junia in her summer-time recreation, and her voice, humming a light-opera air, was floating to him through the autumn morning. "Has something got you in its grip, then?" "I'm the victim of a reckless past, like you." Something provocative was in his voice and in his words. "Was my past reckless?" asked Fabian with sullen eyes. "Never so reckless as mine.
She owed her own position as a leading light-opera soprano to the cultivation to its highest possible perfection of a distinctly second-rate voice, to a precise knowledge of its limitations and to a most scrupulous economy in its effects. Inevitably, then, the raw splendors that Olga Larson dispensed so prodigally gave Patricia the creeps.
Now his eyes were on Junia in her summer-time recreation, and her voice, humming a light-opera air, was floating to him through the autumn morning. "Has something got you in its grip, then?" "I'm the victim of a reckless past, like you." Something provocative was in his voice and in his words. "Was my past reckless?" asked Fabian with sullen eyes. "Never so reckless as mine.
In truth I never can dwell upon such genially picturesque doings of the past without feeling that Fate treated me very shabbily in not making me one of my own ancestors and so setting me back in that hard-fighting, gay-going, and eminently light-opera age. As Christmas Day drew near I observed that Misè Fougueiroun walked thoughtfully and seemed to be oppressed by heavy cares.
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