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They wore sarongs of the most exquisite colors purple, heliotrope, violet, rose, geranium, cerise, lemon, sky-blue, burnt-orange and they floated over the marble floor of the great hall like enormous butterflies.
Let who would be the beauty at the Queen's ball, there was at least one poetess there in piquant black and cerise, with cerise roses and priceless point a l'aiguille, Lady John Scott, who had been the witty heiress, Miss Spottiswoode of Spottiswoode. She wrote to an old refrain one of the most pathetic of modern Scotch ballads Douglas, Douglas, tender and true
The floor was a composition of small, shaded red-and-green marbles; the ceiling a daub of pinky, fleshy nudes floating among diaphanous clouds; the walls were alternate panels of cerise and brown set in rosewood. Mr. Kerrigan, when other duties were not pressing, was usually to be found standing chatting with several friends and surveying the wonders of his bar trade, which was very large.
I was so affected at the intelligence of Cerise having destroyed herself, that I found it impossible to remain on shore. Having met with the captain of a whaler, who expatiated on the fortune which might be realised by embarking in the speculation, I purchased a large ship, and fitted it out for a voyage to Baffin's Bay.
'A merchant from Basle, said he, 'who comes hither to sell horses; but from the method he pursues, I think he will not dispose of many; for he does nothing but play. 'Does he play deep? said I. 'Not now, said he; 'they are only playing for their reckoning, while supper is getting ready; but he has no objection to play as deep as any one. 'Has he money? said I. 'As for that, replied the treacherous Cerise, 'would to God you had won a thousand pistoles of him, and I went your halves; we should not be long without our money. I wanted no further encouragement to meditate the ruin of the high-crowned hat.
She offered no resistance, and in a moment she had sunk down by my side, as my arms entwined her beauteous form. "Yes," murmured I, "Cerise, I am repaid." Smiling through her blushes, she disengaged herself, and rose to depart. Returning once more at my request, I imprinted a kiss upon her brow: she waved her hand, and hastened out of the room.
"She'll stand up. Trust Chukkers." "He's got nothing to beat." "Only Moonlighter." "Which is the Irish horse?" "The gray there. Cerise and white." "Flashy thing." "Yes. He'll give no trouble though. Three mile and a half is his limit." "Here's Gee-Woa, the Yorkshireman." "Looks an old-fashioned sort." "He can jump a haystack and stay all day; but he can't get a move on."
Her eyes were moist and pleading an appeal hard to resist. But Madame Cerise returned her scrutiny with a wholly impassive expression. "You are a French maid?" asked Louise, softly. "A housekeeper, ma'm'selle. For a time, a caretaker." "Ah, I understand. Are your employers asleep?" "I cannot say, ma'm'seile. They are not here." "You are alone in this house?" "Alone with you, ma'm'seile."
'A merchant from Basle, said he, 'who comes hither to sell horses; but from the method he pursues, I think he will not dispose of many; for he does nothing but play. 'Does he play deep? said I. 'Not now, said he; 'they are only playing for their reckoning, while supper is getting ready; but he has no objection to play as deep as any one. 'Has he money? said I. 'As for that, replied the treacherous Cerise, 'would to God you had won a thousand pistoles of him, and I went your halves; we should not be long without our money. I wanted no further encouragement to meditate the ruin of the high-crowned hat.
Will ma'm'selle indulge in the bath before retiring?" "Not to-night, Madame Cerise. I'm too tired for anything but sleep!" Indeed, she had no sooner crawled into the enticing bed than she sank into unconscious forgetfulness. This was to an extent fortunate.
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