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"He wished to see me to speak with me; he gave the girl a note for me. I knew nothing about it until I went upstairs that night, and found her at the boudoir window. M. Raoul was outside. He had arrived before she could deliver the message." "Quite so!" with a nasally derisive laugh. "And you really need me to point out how prettily those turtles were befooling you?"

This reply was made so naturally that the count suspected nothing. The next day at four o'clock, Marie and Raoul had a long conversation together, in a low voice, in Madame d'Espard's salon. The countess expressed fears which Raoul dissipated, only too happy to destroy by epigrams the conjugal judgment. Nathan had a revenge to take.

Captain Rule, they shoot better in sport than when they're in downright airnest." "This looks like real work," answered Raoul. "A man does not often shoot away the mainyard of his friend on purpose."

"Your pardon, Signor Barrofaldi," interrupted Griffin, "this is, not a moment for philosophical theories, but for us seamen to do our duty. What has become of Raoul Yvard your Sir Smees?" "Signor Tenente, as I hoped to be saved, I have not the smallest idea!

The same solemn consecration gives gallant Raoul Dauvray, the woman he adores. It is a sacrament of future promise. Peyton and Joe Woods are the men who stand in place of the fathers of these two dark-eyed brides. It is a solemn and tender righting of the old wrongs. A funeral of the past a birth of a brighter day, for all.

Marie was at this moment comparing Raoul and Felix, without imagining the danger there might be for her in such comparisons.

To his great astonishment, the door opened and Christine Daae appeared, wrapped in furs, with her face hidden in a lace veil, alone. She closed the door behind her, but Raoul observed that she did not lock it. She passed him. He did not even follow her with his eyes, for his eyes were fixed on the door, which did not open again.

"That is sufficient to make me resist: I will wait." "Beware, Raoul! What you are now saying is serious." "I know it is, monsieur; as I said, I will wait." "Until I die?" said Athos, much agitated. "Oh! monsieur," cried Raoul, with tears in his eyes, "is it possible that you should wound my heart thus? I have never given you cause of complaint!"

The noble character of the young man's countenance expressed a displeasure which could easily be read. "What I said to him, count," replied Raoul, "I will repeat to you. Listen to me.

The fair girl at length became quite angry; she tore the sheet of paper on which, in fact, the words "Monsieur Raoul" were written in good characters, and crushing the paper in her trembling hands, she threw it out of the window. "There! there!" said Mademoiselle de Montalais; "there is our little lamb, our gentle dove, angry!