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"First, the shop of Seraphine Alexandre, embroideries; then of Scipion Beloiseau, ornamental ironwork, opposite Mme. Seraphine and next below Ducatel Ducatel, alas, he don't count; and third, of Placide La Porte, perfumeries, next to Beloiseau. That's all." "Not the watchmaker on the square above?"
In the "Transactions of the Maryland Academy" volume 1 part 1 page 28 there is an account by Mr. Ducatel of vast beds of oysters and clams having been destroyed by the gradual filling up of the shallow lagoons and channels, on the shores of the southern United States.
Chester shook hands with a small, dapper, early-gray, superdignified man, recalling his sign: "Antiques in Furniture, Glass, Bronze, Plate, China, and Jewelry." M. Ducatel seemed to be already taking leave. His "anceztral 'ome," he said, was far up-town; he had dropped in solely to borrow showing it the Courrier des Etats-Unis.
"Ah, not well one wounded, one h'arm broke, one trench-fivver, but all safe, laz' account." "Tell me more about them, Beloiseau. You know I don't easily ask personal questions. Tell me all I'm welcome to know, will you?" "I want to do that to tell you all; but" M. Ducatel, next neighbor above, was approaching "better another time ah, Rene, tha'z a pretty warm evening, eh?"
And the same with Dubroca and with Castanado Ducatel he's different he's come into that antique businezz by his mizfortune and he's oh, he's all right only he's not of the same inspiration to be of that li'l' clique. He's up-town Creole and with the up-town Creole mind. And those De l'Isle' they also got a son, and Mme.
From Réné Ducatel, in his antique-shop, whose folks 'tis mostly about?" "Yes. An antique himself, in spirit, eh? Yet modern enough to praise you highly." "H'mm! but only for the virtues of a slave." Chester smiled round from the shelves: "I noticed that! I'm afraid we white folks, the world over, are prone to do that with you-all." "Yes, when you speak of us at all."
Hector will give your excuses; you are imperatively engaged." "Ah, chère, on Sunday evening! Tha'z an incredibility! Must you not let me go? You 'ave 'Ector." "Ah-h! and we are here to read this momentous document to Hector?" The sparkle of amused command was enchanting to at least one besides Cupid. Yet it did not win. "Chère, you make me tremble. Those Ducatel', they've come so far!
"Scipion," said Castanado to a short, swarthy, broad-bearded man, "I have the honor to make you acquaint' with my friend Mr. Chezter." Chester pressed the enveloping hand of "S. Beloiseau, Artisan in Ornamental Iron-work." "Also, Mr. Chezter, Mr. Rene Ducatel; but with him you are already acquaint', I think, eh?"
"No-no-no-no-no! We'll wait!" "We'll wait, Yvonne." The sister went. Chester smoothed out the pages, but then smilingly turned them face downward, and Aline said: "First, Hector will tell us who's there." Hector was Cupid. He came again, murmuring a name to Mlle. Corinne. She rose with hands clasped. "C'est M. et Mme. Rene Ducatel!" "Well?
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