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The model threw aside the paper she had been reading, La Petite Republique, and sulkily, throwing off her gown, got on to the stand. She stood, squarely on both feet with her hands clasped behind her head. "It's a stupid pose," said Miss Price. "I can't imagine why they chose it."
"If I spend my last breath thus, why not? I have not the least desire to cling to life. And is that madness? I love la petite more than all. And is that folly? Why should I not give the strength that is still in me to accomplish the desire of my heart? Is mortal life so precious to those who have nothing for which to live?" "Rot!" Max said fiercely. "You have plenty to live for.
The musical part made up for the rest. That divine Strahlberg is ready for any emergency. How well she sang that air of 'La Petite Mariee! It was exquisite, but I regretted Jacqueline. She was so charming in that lively little part. What a catastrophe! "What a terrible catastrophe! Were you speaking of the retreat she wishes to make in a convent? Well, I quite understand how she feels about it!
"Oh, my poor little one, my poor little one!" she gasped, bursting into a final fit of sobbing. The Petite Duchesse was being rehearsed at the Varietes. The first act had just been carefully gone through, and the second was about to begin.
Haven't you any preference?" "Oh, decidedly, yes." He glanced at a petite maiden, whose figure and movements were light and fairy-like. "But I'm afraid she would refuse me." "I don't think she would." "That isn't sufficient. My vanity is painfully sensitive to the smallest danger of slight." The fairy-like person had unconsciously assumed an appreciative, not to say sympathetic, expression.
"No, ma petite, but he has in his heart the Sons of France." "And Clément and Fernand and Alphonse also?" Claire René waited while Jacques passed his fingers through her hair. "Yes, ma petite," he said at last. Claire René wished that she had more hands and feet and lips and eyes and more than such a little body to hold her joy.
Also the room contained an ebony grand piano, and a bookcase, in which he had time to notice the works of Maupassant and Marie Corelli. Then Miss Lewis entered, clad in a morning-gown of crimson "liberty". She was petite and exquisite, full of alluring dimples and apparently just out of a perfumed bath. Thyrsis sat on the edge of his chair and gazed at her, feeling quite out of his element.
The "Petite Jeanne" was already round to the wind, and the Captain was bellowing to his crew to trim the sails. It could scarcely be a chase, for the huge deep-sea fishing-boat could sail half as fast again as her own dinghy. The Captain gave his instructions with all the quickness of his race, and the men were not slow to carry them out.
Quand je pense a toi et aux enfants, a la petite maison, a la petite riviere et a tous les details de cette delicieuse existence que nous passons ensemble, il me faut beaucoup de courage pour rester ici seul a terminer mon travail." When my husband reached home, I was still in bed, and unwilling to let him come to me for fear of infection; but he would not hear of keeping away.
They were in the garden playing tennis with a party of friends from Versailles, and among them, of course, the Vicomte and "Antoine." They were all so glad to see me, and the Baronne called me her "chère petite," and kissed me on both cheeks, as if we had been parted for months.
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