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The window curtain is of pale blue silk, with embroidered muslin curtains, trimmed with lace inside them, and have borders of blue and white lace to match those of the recess. A silvered sofa has been made to fit the side of the room opposite the fire-place, near to which stands a most inviting bergère.
Miss Drakelow Miss Chatterton, give us some more music, I beseech you; for I like music better in a morning than at night the mornings, when one can't go out, are so confoundedly long and heavy." The young ladies played, and Miss Hauton seated herself apart from the group of musicians, upon a bergere, leaning on her hand, in a melancholy attitude.
'It must be all happiness here, Ponto, said I, flinging myself down into the snug BERGERE, and inhaling such a delicious draught of country air as all the MILLEFLEURS of Mr. Atkinson's shop cannot impart to any the most expensive pocket-handkerchief. 'Nice place, isn't it? said Ponto. 'Quiet and unpretending. I like everything quiet. You've not brought your valet with you?
He hadn't "amused" her, no, in quite the same way as in the Rue de Marignan time it had then been he who for the most part took frequent turns, emphatic, explosive, elocutionary, over that wonderful waxed parquet while she laughed as for the young perversity of him from the depths of the second, the matching bergère.
"You concern yourself too much," M. Linders would reply calmly, putting the finishing touch to Madelon as a bergère standing in the midst of a flock of sheep, and a green landscape like the enlarged top of a bonbonnière. "You are too ambitious, mon cher you are little, and want to be great hence your discomfort; whilst I, who am little, and know it, remain content."
Josse had introduced me to a dramatic author, Lambert Thiboust, a charming man who was certainly not without talent. He thought I was just the ideal actress for his heroine in La bergere d'Ivry, but M. Faille, an old actor, who had just become manager of the Ambigu Theatre, was not the only person to consult, for a certain M. de Chilly had some interest in the theatre.
I crossed the channel this time in a thick, misting rain; pushed on straight for Paris, and reached the Cité Bergère in the midst of a warm and glowing afternoon. The great streets were crowded with carriages and foot-passengers. The trees were in their fullest leaf. The sun poured down on pavement and awning with almost tropical intensity.
She checked herself suddenly, for Fleda with the slow noiseless step that weakness imposed had come in again and stood by the centre-table. "We are discussing a knotty question, Miss Ringgan," said Mr. Carleton with a smile, as he brought a bergere for her; "I should like to have your voice on it." There was no seconding of his motion. He waited till she had seated herself and then went on.
For surely this is the habit of the true poet, and marks the vigour and recurrent origin of poetry, that a man should get his head full of rhythms and catches, and that they should jumble up somehow into short songs of his own. ... Son beau corps est en terre Son âme en Paradis. Tu ris? Et ris, tu ris, ma Bergère, Ris, ma Bergère, tu ris.
He told Alphonse nothing of the occurrence; on the contrary, he proposed that they should apply for two vacant places in the Crédit Lyonnais. Alphonse was quite willing, for he loved change, and the splendid new banking establishment on the, Boulevard seemed to him far more attractive than the dark offices in the Rue Bergère. So they removed to the Crédit Lyonnais on the first of May.
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