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The wife's good health and the husband's illness seemed to the doctor to be satisfactorily accounted for by this theory. "Then what is the matter with my poor Cibot?" asked the portress. "My dear Mme. Cibot, he is dying of the porter's disease," said the doctor. "Incurable vitiation of the blood is evident from the general anaemic condition." No one had anything to gain by a crime so objectless.
Louise, that sage portress, recognized the bold young cousin of the English belle des belles, and announced him to Mademoiselle Adelaide. After a parley Bessie was permitted to receive him, to go out with him, to be as happy as three days were long. Harry told her how and why he had come, and Bessie was furiously indignant at the Wileys pretending to any concern in her affairs.
The fishwife hesitated for a moment; then, reflecting that something might be got out of a conversation with the wine-merchant, and sure, moreover, that as long as Toupillier lay on his gold she could safely leave him alone with the portress, she said: "Thank you, Madame Perrache, but I'd better make acquaintance with his trades-folk."
The fainting was over, and Alfred was beginning to make some slight movements with his hands, as though he wished to repulse some one or some thing; and then he tried to remove his troublesome visor. "He kicks! that is a good sign; he recovers!" cried the portress and stooping down, she bawled in his ears: "What is the matter with my Alfred? It is his 'Stasie who is here. How are you now?
He learned from Madame Carré's portress that her illustrious locataire was at home and that a lady and a gentleman had gone up some time before. In the little antechamber, after his admission, he heard a high voice come from the salon and, stopping a moment to listen, noted that Miriam was already launched in a recitation.
I should deem it some Huguenot fanaticism, but she is a very saint as to the prayers of the Church, the very torment of our lives. 'Could she escape? exclaimed the Chevalier, who had been considering while his sister was speaking. 'Impossible! Besides, where could she go? But the gates shall be closed. I will warn the portress to let none pass out without my permission.
Those letters he sent by his man, and ordered him to leave them with the portress, to avoid any answers which might have drawn him into a longer correspondence than he desired, or perhaps even have occasioned a revival of those inclinations in him, which he was now convinced of the folly and danger of.
Sir James sat down with his back to the window so that Mary could not see his face, and Ralph stood by the other chair a moment, facing her. "Sit down, Mary," he said. "Wait, I will have candles." He stepped back to the door and called to the portress, and then returned, and seated himself deliberately, setting his cane in the corner beside him.
When the Porter looked upon her his wits were waylaid, and his senses were stormed so that his crate went nigh to fall from his head, and he said to himself, "Never have I in my life seen a day more blessed than this day!" Then quoth the lady portress to the lady cateress, "Come in from the gate and relieve this poor man of his load."
Three of them were portresses, and the fourth was a rag-picker with her basket on her back. All four of them seemed to be standing at the four corners of old age, which are decrepitude, decay, ruin, and sadness. The rag-picker was humble. In this open-air society, it is the rag-picker who salutes and the portress who patronizes.
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