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"I thought you looked like a small pink bon-bon," responded Steve leisurely, and while the rest laughed at her discomfiture, Fat Joe leaned over and nudged Garry. "What'd I tell you?" he demanded. "What'd I tell you? Say, ain't he working well to-night?" But for once Joe had himself been misled into premature enthusiasm such as he had decried in Garry.
Then, stepping to the footlights, he introduced me, explaining that he had met me wandering upstairs, rifling his most secret drawers to fill my bag with seasonable presents for them. Five or six times he interrupted his patter to pluck a cracker or a bon-bon out of my beard, and toss it down to his audience. The children gasped at first, and stared at the magic spoil on the floor.
Love, nodding; "one serves one's customers to so much happiness that one has none left for one's self." Here a loud explosion was heard. Monsieur Goupille had pulled one of the bon-bon crackers with Mademoiselle Adele. "I've got the motto! no Monsieur has it: I'm always unlucky," said the gentle Adele.
“Oh! ah! yes! very well!” interrupted his Majesty; “say no more I see how it is.” And hereupon, taking off his green spectacles, he wiped the glasses carefully with the sleeve of his coat, and deposited them in his pocket. If Bon-Bon had been astonished at the incident of the book, his amazement was now much increased by the spectacle which here presented itself to view.
You don't mean to say you are going to The Laurels like that?" "Have a bon-bon?" was Stephanotie's response. "You are downright rude. I will not allow you to offer me bon-bons again." "But a fresh box of them has just arrived. I got them by the eleven o'clock post to-day," was Stephanotie's reckless answer; "and, oh, such beauties!
A white kitten lies upon a rosy satin cushion; lift the kitten, and you shall find that her bed is a bon-bon box! "How very absurd!" exclaims Sophonisba's mamma, bon-bon boxes not being the particular direction which the extravagance of English ladies takes. Close by the succulent establishment of M. Boissier, to whom every dentist should lift his hat, is the doorway of Madame Laure.
That Pierre Bon-Bon was a restaurateur of uncommon qualifications, no man who, during the reign of , frequented the little café in the cul-de-sac Le Febvre at Rouen, will, I imagine, feel himself at liberty to dispute. That Pierre Bon-Bon was, in an equal degree, skilled in the philosophy of that period is, I presume, still more especially undeniable. His pâtés
Harker, with Jessica -who was almost dazed by the strangeness of her surroundings found themselves in Miss Lester's dressing-room, a few minutes before she was due on the stage as Prince Bon-Bon. Mr. Harker at once hastened to apologise for the intrusion; but, in the midst of his words, he broke off short, for Jessica and the actress were gazing at one another in a mutual recognition.
"There was no suspicion on her part? She made no struggle no attempt to evade unconsciousness?" he asked. "None at all, sir," replied Louise. "She ate the bon-bon, and was asleep before she realized it." "Excellent!" said the doctor. "We will now place her in her own room, upon her bed, while Mr. Burke and I drive over to her former home to complete our arrangements."
"People think they can insult and slight me, and then make it all up by handing me a bon-bon!" "Not guilty," laughed Betty merrily. "If you'll look a little closer, you'll see there is not a bit of candy in that box! No, don't glare at me like that, Gracie, dear. The only way you could frighten me, would be by getting up early. Then I'd know there was something wrong."
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