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Updated: May 13, 2025
But Andrés could never have loved Howard Gage; Andrés, for his attachment, required warmth, intensity, the ornamental forms of honor; poetry, briefly. That lost romantic time, that day in immaculate white linen with a spray of mimosa in its buttonhole! There were some flowers, Charles recalled, standing on the table in the hall, dahlias; and he walked out and drew one into the lapel of his coat.
"You'll soon get used to it," Joey told him; "eight o'clock, then, on Sunday; plain evening dress. If you like to wear a bit of red ribbon in your buttonhole, why, do so. You can get it at Evans', in Covent Garden." "And Tommy is the Lady " "Adelaide. Let her have a taste for literature, then she needn't wear gloves. I know she hates them." Joey turned to go. "Am I married?" asked Peter.
For a moment she fancied that the impossible had happened, that she had penetrated the armour of that steadfast and studied indifference. "We are all just a little the fools of circumstance," he sighed. "A will to succeed sometimes, if it is strong enough, crushes out things we would like to keep alive." She thrust one of the blossoms which she was carrying through his buttonhole.
I have both here! and going up to a tea-rose bush, grown to the size of a shrub and lightly fastened to the side of the house, she gathered a few shell-like buds and a moment later pulled down a spray of the jasmine vine that festooned a window, as we see it in England but never here, and carefully cut off a cluster of its white stars by aid of a pair of the long, slender flower-picking scissors that hung from her belt by a ribbon, twisted the stems together, and placed them in Martin's buttonhole almost without touching it.
In the vestibule he came upon a figure which had halted before a large pier-glass. He recognized M. Delfosse, the French visitor, complacently twisting the peak of his Henri Quatre beard. He would have passed without speaking, but the Frenchman glanced smilingly at the consul and his buttonhole. Again the flower! "Monsieur is decore," he said gallantly.
At the sound of this voice, Dagobert seemed to rouse himself with a start, made a sudden bound, and with a loud cry, rushed towards the door. It opened. Marshal Simon appeared on the threshold! Marshal Pierre Simon, Duke de Ligny, was a man of tall stature, plainly dressed in a blue frock-coat, buttoned up to the throat, with a red ribbon tied to the top buttonhole.
The steward turned around and pointed to the quay. "There he is, sir elderly gentleman in a grey suit, and a bunch of violets in his buttonhole. He's looking straight at you." Philip raised his cap and waved it with enthusiasm. After a moment's hesitation, the other man did the same. The steward collected his belongings and shuffled off.
All this troubled Mr. Ancrum sincerely. Even in the midst of some rising troubles of his own he found the energy to buttonhole Reuben again, and torment him afresh on the subject of a trade for the lad. Reuben, flushed and tremulous, went straight from the minister to his wife with the impetus of Mr. Ancrum's shove, as it were, fresh upon him.
Surely her soft, dark, languorous eyes had said: "For thee." With a cynical smile Nana Sahib picked up the rose and presented it to Barlow saying: "My dear Captain, you receive the golden apple beauty will out." Barlow's fingers trembled with suppressed emotion as he took the flower and carefully slipped it into a buttonhole.
The Crown Prince felt that she never really saw Nikky at his best. Hedwig was there. She had on a new habit, and a gardenia in her buttonhole, and she gave Nikky her hand to kiss, but only nodded to the Crown Prince. "Hello, Otto!" she said. "I thought you'd have a ball and chain on your leg to-day."
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