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Gourgaud, in fact, was more knave than fool, as his subsequent beseeching appeals on behalf of Napoleon to Marie Louise and other personages in France very clearly prove.
It was because of this conversation with Cope that Becky ended her letter to Randy with the following paragraph: "Mr. Cope has a sister, Louise. She thinks that people ought to marry because they like the same things. She thinks that if two people care for the same furniture and the same religion and the same things to eat, that life will be lovely.
You'll have Laura again, and Louise, and your mother, and oceans and oceans of money and then you can go away, ever so far away somewhere, if you want to, and forget all about this infernal place. And by George I'll go with you! I'll go with you now there's my word on it. Cheer up. I'll run out and tell the friends the news."
THE GOeTTINGEN SCHOOL. This association was formed at the epoch of Goethe and Schiller, when poets such as no other times had produced started up in quick succession. His "Louise" is a masterpiece of bucolic poetry. His "Idyls" are the best of his minor poems. His most celebrated poem is "Leonore", which was at one time known by heart all over Germany.
John's foot caught in a piece of loosened turf at the edge of the gravel walk. Otherwise, he gave no sign that he had heard. "Aren't mad because I told you, are you?" "No." His paper route had kept him too busy to give the attention due her, but if Louise were inclined to succumb to the blandishments of ten-cent sodas at a drug store, he was glad to know it.
"He wished thus to have you in his power," said Rudolph. "Alas! yes, sir; for it was from the date of his judgment he began to but continue, Louise, continue: I do not know where I am. My head turns. I shall become mad; it is too much too much!" Rudolph soothed him, and Louise continued: "I redoubled my zeal to show my gratitude.
For a time you deluded this poor girl, poisoning her mind, killing her nature with your deceit. None the less, you left behind you open proofs, ready-made for your own undoing. Why, this very name, this stage name of Louise Loisson, was banner enough to bring her real friends to her side. But you didn't know, did you, Mr.
She had not gone twenty feet when there was a rush from the nearest thicket, and Surbus, his hair ruffed out along his neck, growled and made a leap at her with bared fangs. Billy Louise had forgotten about Surbus. She jumped back, startled, and the dog missed landing. When he sprang again he met a thirty-eight calibre bullet from Billy Louise's gun and dropped back.
The old gentleman looked up with a face drawn and gray. "I'm nervous and restless, my dear," he said; "that's all. Go to breakfast, Mary Louise; I I'll join you presently." She sat down on the arm of his chair. "Haven't you slept well, Gran'pa?" she asked anxiously, and then her eyes wandered through the open door to the next room and rested on the undisturbed bed.
A dull, garrulous husband, boring people with stories of which they were sick; a childish little wife, trying to make the best of things, and laughing over the stale old jokes; this is what may be called the idyllic moment in the wedded life of Charles Edward and Louise.
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