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My heart leaped, and my whole frame quivered with emotion. I recognised the features of Guadalupe Rosales. One limb, cased in silk, had fallen over the selvage of her pendent couch, and hung negligently down. The small satin slipper had dropped off, and was lying on the ground.
Lael interrupted the revery, which was not without charm, and for that reason would likely return, by bringing her a child's slipper found near the central divan; and while examining the embroidery of many-colored beads adorning it, she divined the truth.
Her closely cut brown hair was filled with sand, and a piece of brass wire was wound around the head and neck. A loose cashmere house-gown was partially torn from her form, and one slipper, a little bead embroidered affair, covered a silk-stockinged foot. Each arm was tightly clasped around the baby.
"Well," he said, slowly, "sometimes with a slipper." "Huh!" said little Sol, with much scorn. "That's nothing. My father don't use any slipper." Little Jacob thought it was time to change the subject. "What makes you think that you could see Java from up there?" "I don't s'pose I could, really," answered little Sol. "But father said that we ought to sight it within two days."
I am wedded to history, to the Past, to women like Lucrezia Borgia, Vittoria Accoramboni, or that Medea da Carpi, for the present; some day I shall perhaps find a grand passion, a woman to play the Don Quixote about, like the Pole that I am; a woman out of whose slipper to drink, and for whose pleasure to die; but not here! Few things strike me so much as the degeneracy of Italian women.
Reddy stopped his story long enough to say: "Don't use the 'Princess' Slipper, Kid that paper burns my tongue take the 'Granger'; there's plenty of it."
Madame Juriaen, who, in 1566, had struck with her slipper a little wooden image of the Virgin, together with her maid-servant, who had witnessed without denouncing the crime, were both drowned by the hangman in a hogshead placed on the scaffold. Death, even, did not in all cases place a criminal beyond the reach of the executioner.
C. D. Budlong toppled backward and stood on his bunion that Wallie forgot the graceful speech of welcome he had framed. Mr. Penrose had travelled all the way in one felt slipper and now, as the lady inadvertently ground her heel into the tender spot, Mr. Penrose looked as he felt murderous. "Get off my foot!" he shouted. Mrs. Budlong obeyed by stepping on his other foot. Mr.
It wasn't a shoe; it was a slipper." "Have you it on now?" "Yes. What should you want of it?" "I want to wear it next my heart. Which one was it? Let me see it." "No; it's old. I haven't any other, and I shall wear it on my right foot as long as it lasts." "Please let me see it and take it in my hands just a moment. I may never have a chance to ask another favor of you." "Oh, yes, you will.
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