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Updated: June 6, 2025
There were redly varnished chairs, upright piano, a heavily framed saccharine print of loves and a flushed, sleeping divinity; a table scarred by burning cigarettes, holding cerise knitting on needles one of which was broken, glasses with dregs of beer, a photograph in a tarnished silver frame of Harriet de Barry Polder with undraped shoulders and an exploited dimple, and a copy of a technical journal.
I know this is Diana Von Taer's house, and I shall hold Diana Von Taer responsible for this enforced imprisonment." "That," said Madame Cerise, coldly, "is a matter of indifference to me. But ma'm'selle must understand one thing, she must not leave this house." "Oh, indeed!" "At least, until the weather moderates," added the woman, more mildly.
Cerise, on the other hand, desired he might take the liberty of asking me whether I had ever been in his country? and seemed surprised I had so genteel an air, without having travelled in Switzerland. "The little chub I had to encounter was full as inquisitive as the other.
Cerise, on the other hand, desired he might take the liberty of asking me whether I had ever been in his country? and seemed surprised I had so genteel an air, without having travelled in Switzerland. "The little chub I had to encounter was full as inquisitive as the other.
The gown was cerise in color, and from her forearm hung a great fan of green plumes. In all the hotels and theaters of New York one could hardly have come upon a figure that night more striking in its finished and fresh young womanhood. Larry trembled all over; his heart tried to throb madly up out of his throat. At length he spoke. And all he was able to say was: "Maggie."
It sank with them, and some hundreds more; and as the beautiful auburn hair of my wife was borne up from her shoulders, upon which it had been hanging loose, and floated a second or two on the wave after her head had disappeared, I sighed at the remembrance of the transitory enjoyment of competence and love which I had shared with my charming Cerise.
Here the renegade appeared to be much affected; he covered his face with the wide sleeve of his under garment, and was silent. "By God and his Prophet, these Franks are great fool about women," observed the pacha to Mustapha. "I must own, though, that I like this princess better than Cerise, and I am very sorry that she is dead. Come, Huckaback, go on. Where did you throw yourself?"
"Oui, madame," replied the third, fanning in the direction pointed out. "Louise," said Madame de Fontanges, languidly, after a short pause, "apportez-moi de l'eau sucrée." "Oui, madame," replied another, rising, in obedience to the order. "Non, non! Je n'en veux pas mais j'ai soif horrible. Manchette, va chercher de l'eau cerise." "Oui, madame," replied Manchette, rising from her seat.
"A pretty compliment," she rejoined, yet angry at the beast. Gaston came, took the animal's head in his hands, and whispered. Saracen became tranquil. Gaston beckoned to Mademoiselle Cerise. She came. He took her hand in his and put it at the horse's lips. The horse whinnied angrily at first, but permitted a caress from the actress's fingers. "He does not make friends easily," said Gaston.
"Do you find her hard to manage? Does she show much temper? In other words, do you suppose she'll put up a fight?" Madame Cerise regarded him wonderingly. "She is a good girl," was her reply. "She loves with much devotion the man from whom you have stolen her. I am quite positive she will never consent to become your wife." "Oh, you are? Well, I intend she shall marry me, and that settles it.
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