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Macon which she was not slow to accept; namely, that she should give up her room, store her furniture in the loft of their stable, and keep the Macon house for the summer, while its master and mistress took a long western trip. As they wished to retain their excellent cook as well as the gardener, these were to remain, at the Macons' expense, and assist in caring for the premises.
Then, on the fifth, they rested from their labors in the clean, soap- charged atmosphere walking gingerly over spick and span carpets, laying each book and paper demurely in place, and gazing, at a proper distance, through diamond-bright windows; and on the sixth the Macons arrived. They seemed delighted to be at home once more, and both looked unusually well, having gained in flesh and color.
It was an opera night, and the house was crowded to excess; but with some little management, I obtained a place in a box near the stage. The piece was "Les Franc Macons," which was certainly admirably supported, and drew down from the audience no mean one as judges of music the loudest thunders of applause. As for me, the house was a great a curiosity as the opera.
"Oh, she's a nice girl," carelessly; "she thinks the world of you." "Does she?" smiling a little; "it's mutual." Then her hostess asked after the twins, the Macons, etc., after which they went out to supper. In the evening Bertha came with Jasper.
Meerberger vive Meerberger vive l'Auteur des Franc Macons vive Franc Macons," &c. Before I could turn to look for the hero of the scene, my legs were taken from under me, and I felt myself lifted by several strong men and held out in front of the box, while the whole audience, rising en masse, saluted me yes, me, Harry Lorrequer with a cheer that shook the building.
"He must have been a clever fellow, though, to lead the orchestra in the Franc Macons."
It was an opera night, and the house was crowded to excess; but with some little management, I obtained a place in a box near the stage. The piece was "Les Franc Macons," which was certainly admirably supported, and drew down from the audience no mean one as judges of music the loudest thunders of applause. As for me, the house was a great a curiosity as the opera.
Such a street was the Rue des Cordiers, close adjoining the Rue des Grès, where Rousseau lived and wrote; and the Rue du Dragon, where might then be seen the house of Bernard Palissy; and the Rue des Maçons, where Racine lived; and the Rue des Marais, where Adrienne Lecouvreur poor, beautiful, generous, ill-fated Adrienne Lecouvreur! died. Here, too, in a blind alley opening off the Rue St.
"I shouldn't wonder if it is to announce their return," she remarked, opening it. "Heaven forbid!" groaned Molly. "I love the Macons, but I adore their home! Why don't you praise these muffins, Morton? I made 'em." "Is that what ails them?" making a wry face. "Give me another at once. We must make way with them as fast as possible!" and Molly passed him the plate, with a well-pleased laugh.
Meerberger vive Meerberger vive l'Auteur des Franc Macons vive Franc Macons," &c. Before I could turn to look for the hero of the scene, my legs were taken from under me, and I felt myself lifted by several strong men and held out in front of the box, while the whole audience, rising en masse, saluted me yes, me, Harry Lorrequer with a cheer that shook the building.
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