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About the same time on that day Adrien Leroy was making his way in the new car through the crowded thoroughfare of Oxford Street. "Soho? Yus, sir. Crack'ell Court, fust turnin' on the left. I'll show yer, sir," piped the ragged urchin, whose heartfelt interest Leroy had purchased, along with his query, by means of a shilling. Cracknell Court was small, evil-smelling, and teeming with children.
These consultations, held at Adrien Duport's, the friend of Barnave and the oracle of the party, only served to embarrass the mind of the king with another element of hesitation. La Fayette and his friends also added their imperious counsel. La Fayette could not believe that he was supplanted.
So much reached Adrien's ears as she closed the door and passed to her room with step weary and lifeless. "Why, Adrien," cried her sister, who was waiting to relieve her, "you are like a ghost! You poor dear. You are horribly done out." "I believe I am, Patricia," said Adrien. "I believe I shall rest awhile."
The dear old Quartier Latin of my time the Quartier Latin of Balzac, of Béranger, of Henry Murger -the Quartier Latin where Franz Müller had his studio; where Messieurs Gustave; Jules, and Adrien gave their unparalleled soirées dansantes; where I first met my ex-flame Josephine exists no longer.
"Aunt Penelope wants a fancy dress dance in the ball-room in the east wing," she returned gaily, adding, as she looked across at her cousin, who was listening attentively: "Adrien, if you would add your word, we should get it. Won't you do so?" "A fancy dress ball here?" he replied. "But if my father has refused you, it is scarcely likely that I shall have any more influence."
He could not tire me," she murmured. "He makes so much of what I did. How gladly would I do it again. Jack is wonderful to me. Wonderful to me," she repeated softly. Her lip trembled and she lay back upon her pillow and from her closed eyes two tears ran down her cheek. "Now," said Adrien briskly, "you are too tired. We shall wait till to-morrow." "No, no, please," cried Annette.
On the other hand, neither the unions nor McGinnis are greatly in love with the prying methods of the Conciliation Board, and hence reject the aid of the Lemieux Act." "But why should they all be dominated by a man like McGinnis?" demanded Adrien. "Why doesn't some employer demand a Conciliation Board? He can get it, you know." "They naturally stand together," said Hugh. "But they won't long.
"Jack didn't tire me. He comforts me." "But Malcolm will tire you," said Adrien. "Do you really want to see him?" A faint colour came up into the beautiful face of her patient. "Yes, Adrien, I really want to see him. I am sure he will do me good. You will let him come, please?" The dark eyes were shining with another light, more wistful, more tender. "Is he here, Adrien?"
Faithful to his ideas of submission, the old man wished both Robert and Adrien to re-enter the French army and apply for service; they could, he thought, be reinstated in their rank and soon find an opening to military honors. But royalist opinions were now all-powerful at Cinq-Cygne. The four young men and Laurence laughed at their prudent elder, who seemed to foresee a coming evil.
From the crowded hall they passed into the corridor, from which opened side rooms which were used as dressing and retiring rooms, and whose entrances were cleverly screened by a row of thick spruce trees set up for the occasion. "This is better," said Hugh, drawing a deep breath. "Shall we sit a bit and rest?" "Oh, do let us," said Adrien. "This has been a strenuous and exciting evening.
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