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Is it not disgusting? But I am no fool. I, too, have watched; I have followed them both, and I shall scratch her black face until it bleeds, then I shall tell her husband the whole truth." Miss Delord paused, out of breath for the moment, while Bernie pawed at her in a futile manner. Beads of perspiration were gathering upon his brow and he seemed upon the verge of swooning.
Ah, if I had found that woman here there would have been a scene, I promise you." "Help me out," gasped Mr. Dreux, and Norvin came willingly to his friend's rescue. "Bernie loves no one but you," he said. "So? I glory in the fact that I loathe him." "Please sit down." "No!" Miss Delord plumped herself down upon the edge of the proffered seat, her toes bardy touching the floor. "I'm working Mrs.
Her pretty face was dark with passion, her eyes were flashing, and they pierced her lover with a terrible glance as she paused before him, crying furiously: "Well? Where is she?" "Felicite," stammered Dreux, "d-don't cause a scene." Miss Delord stamped a ridiculously small foot and cried again, oblivious of all save her black jealousy: "Where is she, I say? Eh? You fear to answer.
Thereupon Monsieur Taxile Delord adopted the method of Gulliver's tailor, who measured for clothes according to the rules of arithmetic: he demonstrated that his piece was played three times from beginning to end, that, as the manager was his particular friend, and as the Odeon was always empty, he might have had it played thirty times, and therefore that we were all bound to be grateful to him for his moderation.
"You ought to see " He started, his eyes fixed themselves upon the entrance to the cafe with a look of horror, he paled and cast a hurried glance around as if in search of a means of escape. "Here she is now!" Norvin turned to behold Miss Delord approaching them like an arrow. She was a tiny creature, but it was plain that she was out in all her fighting strength.
All things were in harmony in this shop: the air, and the light, and the house, the letter as well as the spirit. I asked the clerk to give me the file for the month of April. I soon found and read Monsieur Taxile Delord's article. Monsieur Taxile Delord comes from some one of the southern departments of France.
"It is time we had a settlement, she and I. I will lead you to her by those ass's ears of yours and let her hear the truth from your own mouth." "Miss Delord, you do Bernie an injustice," Norvin said, placatingly. She turned swiftly. "Injustice? Bah! He is a flirt, a loathsome trifler. What could be more abominable?" "Felicite!
Miss Delord paled at this bold question. Dreux gasped and flushed dully, but seemed to find no words. "That is impossible," he said, finally. "It's nothing of the sort," urged Blake. "You think you're happy this way, but you're not and never will be. You're letting the best years of your lives escape. Why care what people say if you're happy with each other and unhappy when apart?"
He made his first appearance in public in "Le Sémaphore," the well-known newspaper of Marseilles; but the twilight of a provincial life could not suit this eagle, and in the course of a few years he came up to Paris. Alas! Monsieur Taxile Delord was soon obliged to add the secret sorrows of disappointed ambition to the original gayety of his character.
"Felicite Delord isn't freckled." Bernie said nothing for a moment, and then inquired quietly: "What do you know about Felicite?" "All there is to know, I believe. Enough, at any rate, to realize that you ought to marry her." As Dreux made no answer, he inquired, "She is willing, of course?" "Of course." "Then why don't you do it?" "The very fact that people well, that I know I ought to, perhaps.
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