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Leonore D'Alloi was a far greater beauty than her mother had ever been. But to Peter, it was merely a renewal of his dream. Just at this point the groom rode up. "Beg pardon, Miss D'Alloi," he said, touching his cap. "My 'orse went down on a bit of hice." "You are not hurt, Belden?" said Miss D'Alloi. Peter thought the anxious tone heavenly. He rather wished he had broken something himself. "No.
"So, Monsieur D'Alloi," she said in French, speaking very low and distinctly, "you thought it best not to order your groom to turn me out, as you did that last day in Paris, when you supposed your flight to America left you free to do as you pleased? But you did not escape me. Here I am." Watts sat down in an easy-chair, and striking a match, lighted a cigarette.
Will happen sometimes, even in the properest of families, if one marries an angel." "There, you see," said Mrs. D'Alloi. "He just spoils me, Peter." "And she thrives on it, doesn't she, Peter?" said Watts. "Isn't she prettier even than she was in the old days?" Mrs. D'Alloi colored with pleasure, even while saying: "Now, Watts dear, I won't swallow such palpable flattery.
The family and friends who had gathered over that body, according to their customs, or the party who looked in on them and laughed?" Peter had forgotten where he was, or to whom he was talking. Leonore had listened breathlessly. But the moment he ceased speaking, she bowed her head and began to sob. Peter came down from his indignant tirade like a flash. "Miss D'Alloi," he cried, "forgive me.
Though if they keep at it, and really convince the voters who can be convinced by such arguments, that I am what they call me, they'll elect me." "How?" asked Mrs. D'Alloi. "Because intelligent people are not led astray but outraged by such arguments, and ignorant people, who can be made to believe all that is said of me, by such means, will think I am just the man for whom they want to vote."
Peter did not entirely sympathize with the Frenchwoman's admiration for the dramatic element, but he was too good a lawyer not to accept an admission, no matter upon what grounds. He held out his hand promptly. "Madame," he said, "accept my thanks and admiration for your generous conduct." Celestine took it and shook it warmly. "Of course," said Peter. "Mr. D'Alloi owes you an ample income."
Peter returned the American money and the glove button to the purse and handed it back to Miss D'Alloi. "You've forgotten the ribbon and the gold piece," said Leonore. "You were never more mistaken in your life," replied Peter, with anything but legal guardedness concerning unprovable statements. He folded up the ribbon neatly and put it, with the coin, in his waistcoat pocket.
It's based on an unfair interference with personal liberty, and always discriminates in favor of the man with money. If the rich man has his club, let the poor man have his saloon." "How much better, though," said Mrs. D'Alloi, "to stop the sale of wine everywhere." "That is neither possible nor right. You can't strengthen humanity by tying its hands. It must be left free to become strong.
First, after tearing up his note to Watts, he wrote another, as follows: WATTS: You can understand why I did not call last night, or bind myself as to the future. I shall hope to receive an invitation to call from Mrs. D'Alloi. How, I must leave to you; but you owe me this much, and it is the only payment I ask of you. Otherwise let us bury all that has occurred since our college days, forever.
Then he said: "Will you give it to me, Miss D'Alloi?" But his voice in truth, made the words, "Give me what I ask, my darling." "Yes," said Leonore softly. "On your birthday." Then Leonore shrank back a little, as if afraid that her gift would be sought sooner. No young girl, however much she loves a man, is quite ready for that first kiss.
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