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One day when I was laid up at the inn at Bruges with a lame foot, he came home and treated me to a rhapsody about a certain meek-faced virgin of Hans Memling, which seemed to me sounder sense than his compliments to Madame Blumenthal.
Percival might perhaps throw some light on the subject; for he was unwearied in his efforts to rescue those fugitives. He already knows Flora's history." "I should like to have you go to Boston with me and introduce me to him," said Mr. King. "That I will do," answered Blumenthal. "I think both Mr. Bell and Mrs.
Now, she does what she chooses." "In other words, she is a lady with no reputation to lose!" Pickering seemed puzzled; he smiled a little. "Is not that what you say of bad women?" "Of some of those who are found out." "Well," he said, still smiling, "I have not yet found out Madame Blumenthal." "If that's her name, I suppose she's German."
Gibney advised that it was his intention to bid in everything in sight; whereupon Blumenthal proceeded to explain to Mr. Gibney how impossible it would be for him, arrayed against the Forty Thieves, to buy any article at a reasonable price. Further: Blumenthal desired to inform Mr. Perhaps Mr.
If he spoke to Mrs Dene, or Ruth, it was always the colonel who answered, and there was a gleam in that trim warrior's single eyeglass which did not harmonize with the grave politeness of his voice and manner. Rex had never taken Mr Blumenthal so seriously.
"Madame Blumenthal, on the contrary," I surmised, "entered into your situation with warmth." "Exactly so the greatest! She has felt and suffered, and now she understands!" "She told you, I imagine, that she understood you as if she had made you, and she offered to be your guide, philosopher, and friend."
One evening, however, he sat hanging his head in so doleful a fashion that I took the bull by the horns and told him he had by this time surely paid his debt to penitence, and that he owed it to himself to banish that woman for ever from his thoughts. He looked up, staring; and then with a deep blush "That woman?" he said. "I was not thinking of Madame Blumenthal!"
A few days past the middle of the following May, a carriage stopped before the house of Mr. Joseph Bright, in Northampton, and Mrs. Delano, with all the Blumenthal family, descended from it. Mr. Bright received them at the gate, his face smiling all over. "You're welcome, ladies," said he. "Walk in! walk in! Betsey, this is Mrs. Delano. This is Mrs. Bright, ladies.
"So have I," answered Blumenthal; "but nations and races have been pretty thoroughly mixed up in the ancestry of our children. What with African and French, Spanish, American, and German, I think the dangers of too close relationship are safely diminished." "They are a good-looking set, between you and I," said Flora; "though they are oddly mixed up.
Bennett, Mrs. Dalliba, Mrs. Burnell, Mrs. Farwell, Mrs. Blumenthal, Mrs. Moore, Mrs. Walter Gay, Mrs. Tiffany, Mrs. Allan, Miss Gillett, and Miss Gurnee.
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