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When he came Colette, fearful lest he should misinterpret her action in making this overture, plunged at once into the subject. "I promised Amarilly I would see you and ask you for something in her friends' behalf." "Then it is to Amarilly I am indebted for this call," he remarked whimsically. "It's about the Boarder," she continued, gaining ease at the softening of his brown eyes.
With little effort Braith lifted the barred cover, scrambled out on his stomach, and easily raised Colette from West's shoulders. "Quick, old chap!" cried the latter. Braith twisted his legs around a fence-chain and leaned down again. The cellar was flooded with a yellow light, and the air reeked with the stench of petroleum torches.
A little telegram has already been sent, with your excuses. The telegraph is good for that, if not for anything else: it facilitates 'impromptus'." "Long live impromptus," cried out Colette, "there is nothing like them for fun!" And while Jacqueline was trying to get away, not knowing exactly what she was saying, but frightened, pleased, and much excited, Colette went on: "Oh!
But what are such vows worth? He knew that he would find there the shade of Grazia. And circumstances, conspiring with his secret desires against his will, showed him a new duty to fulfil in Paris. Colette, well informed as to society gossip, told Christophe that his young friend Jeannin was making a fool of himself.
She would look at her poor twisted legs, and groan out, "There would have to be a miracle for me to get away from here." All of a sudden I got the idea that the Virgin could bring this miracle about. Colette thought it a splendid idea. She was quite surprised that she had never thought of it. It was only fair that she should have legs like the others. She wanted to see about it at once.
Colette named them in a whisper to Jacqueline, but their names were too hard for her to pronounce, much less to remember. One of them, a man of handsome presence, came accompanied by a sort of female ruin, an old lady leaning on a cane, whose head, every time she moved, glittered with jewels, placed in a very lofty erection of curled hair.
At once Colette would become serious and intense. She was like the young Frenchwoman, of whom Bodley speaks, who, at the confessional, "developed a calmly prepared essay, a model of clarity and order, in which everything that was to be said was properly arranged in distinct categories." And after that she flung herself once more into the business of amusement. As the day went on she grew younger.
In the street he narrowly escaped being run over. He said to himself over and over again: "My friend has betrayed me!..." Olivier was with Colette. Christophe locked the door of his room, so that when Olivier came in he could not have his usual talk with him. He heard him come in a few moments later and try to open the door, and whisper "Good-night" through the keyhole: he did not stir.
Think of some of the horrible things you have told me try and imagine that you are still tracking down that brute who took your little Colette from you " A husky voice interrupted her. "No use, Madame, when I remember that I can only think of you and the American doctor who gave her back to me, and our happiness."
He was just about to give in once more when Lucien Levy-Coeur came in: and he was welcomed with the same soft look in her eyes and the same tender note in her voice. Christophe sat for some time in silence watching Colette at her tricks: then he went away, having made up his mind to break with her. He was sick and sorry at heart.
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