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"Vive la Republique!" "The Stars and Stripes!" as the glasses were emptied by the consuls and their wives and host. Lovaina had taken up the rug in the parlor, and a graphophone ground out the music for dancing. Ragtime records brought out the Otoman, a San Franciscan, bald and coatless. He took the floor with Mathilde, a chic, petite, and graceful half-caste, and they danced the maxixe.
There was a certain Parisian chic and mincingness about her, even in her walk: but underneath, a striding, savage suggestion as if she could leg it in great strides, like some savage squaw. Aaron pressed his bowler hat down on his brow. "Would you rather take a bus?" she said in a high voice, because of the wind. "I'd rather walk." "So would I."
She wore a dull grey dress that was neither artistic, becoming, nor smart. In fact, she was too charming to be dowdy, and too careless to be chic; she might have been a great celebrity. The young man who made the suggestion above recorded was fair and clean-shaven, tall and well-made, with clear-cut feature; in fact, he was very good-looking good-looking as almost only an Englishman can be.
Because it's better than a play to hear you talk and act; and because you're graceful and fascinating, and chic, and Good-night, Miss Lynde." He put out his hand, but she did not take it as she rose haughtily. "We've said good-night once. I prefer to say good-bye this time. I'm sure you will understand why after this I cannot see you again."
It was a gown so chic that, had he been a woman, he would have guessed at once that it was the latest from Paquin's. Inasmuch as he was a man, his sole comment was, "Plucky little thorough-bred! You don't catch her owning that she's down." The emerald shade brought out all the values of her coloring, the faint rose of her complexion, the daffodil gold of her flaxen hair.
In 1890, however, when little Publius was nearly ten, the word 'chic' went out of fashion, and sobriety came in; Winifred began to have doubts. They were confirmed by little Publius himself who returned from his first term at school complaining that life was a burden to him they called him Pubby.
"I will keep it as a mascot," said the poilu, scrunching it up and thrusting it into his pouch. "It'll keep me in mind of that saligaud of a German officer I killed. He was a chic fellow, tout de meme. A boy."
I took an early breakfast' the good lady seemed curious on the subject of Princess's Place, and looked all round it as she spoke 'with my brother, who has come home. 'He is better, I trust, my love, faltered Miss Tox. 'He is greatly better, thank you. Hem! 'My dear Louisa must be careful of that cough' remarked Miss Tox. 'It's nothing, returned Mrs Chic 'It's merely change of weather.
She was a Hungarian by birth, but she had quite Persian eyes," he continued, unable to restrain a smile at the recollection; "there was so much chic about her that a countess " Nekhludoff interrupted the officer and returned to the former topic of conversation. "I think that you could lighten the condition of the people while they are in your charge.
She wore her tail at an aimless angle, without chic; her markings were all lopsided. But her soul was ardent, and her life was always directed by some rather inscrutable theory or other. As a puppy she had been an inspired optimist, with legs like strips of elastic clumsily attached to a winged spirit.
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