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I don't know any unmarried woman in Paris, not even Valerie I mean Mademoiselle Duplessis who has so exquisite a taste in dress as Mademoiselle Cicogna. Generally speaking, the taste of a female author is atrocious." "Really I did not observe her dress. I am no critic on subjects so dainty as the dress of ladies, or the tastes of female authors." "Pardon me," said the beau Marquis, gravely.
She then proceeded to introduce him to the American Minister, to a distinguished American poet, with a countenance striking for mingled sweetness and power, and one or two other of her countrymen sojourning at Paris; and this ceremony over, dinner was announced, and she bade Graham offer his arm to Mademoiselle Cicogna.
So ended the first inglorious rise against the plebiscite and the Empire, on the 14th of May, 1870. From Isaura Cicogna to Madame de Grantmesnil. Saturday. May 21. "I am still, dearest Eulalie, under the excitement of impressions wholly new to me.
Perhaps the man admires his own genius too much to do proper homage to his wife's." "But the choice of Mademoiselle Cicogna need not be restricted to the pale of authorship doubtless she has many admirers beyond that quarrelsome borderland." "Certainly-countless adorers. Enguerrand de Vandemar you know that diamond of dandies?" "Perfectly is he an admirer?"
Morley should be freely given to and duly heeded by a girl deprived of her natural advisers in parents, is a reasonable and honourable supposition; but to imply that the most influential adviser of a young lady so situated is a young single man, in no way related to her, appears to me a dereliction of that regard to the dignity of her sex which is the chivalrous characteristic of your countrymen and to Mademoiselle Cicogna herself, a surmise which she would be justified in resenting as an impertinence."
Mademoiselle Cicogna has often said I am, but I did not think you would. Pardon me.
At all events, the fair Italian would have in Rameau a husband who would not suffer her to bury her talents under a bushel. For Gustave Rameau has a great taste for luxury and show; and whatever his wife can make, I will venture to say that he will manage to spend." "I thought you had an esteem and regard for Mademoiselle Cicogna. It is Madame your wife, I suppose, who has a grudge against her?"
But, my son, I say this, if you love her, don't talk to me about that Mademoiselle Cicogna; and if you love Mademoiselle Cicogna, why, then your father will take care that the poor girl who loved you not knowing that you loved another is not left to the temptation of penury." Rameau's pale lips withered into a phantom-like sneer!
The simplest mode of obtaining authentic information whether Isaura was the daughter of Ludovico Cicogna by his first wife namely, by registration of her birth failed him; because, as von Rudesheim had said, his first wife was a Frenchwoman. The children had been born somewhere in France, no one could even guess where.
"Do not wonder at that, Valerie; and do not grudge me the happiest moments I have known for months." "In talking with M. de Rochebriant! No doubt, Mademoiselle Cicogna, you found him very charming." To her surprise and indignation, Valerie here felt the arm of Isaura tenderly entwining her waist, and her face drawn towards Isaura's sisterly kiss. "Listen to me, naughty child-listen and believe.
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