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Now, now, keep calm! don't mind me. It's only a figure of speech! That's all very nice; it suits some people. It wouldn't suit me." "What would suit you?" queried Errington. "You find everything more or less of a bore." "Ah, my good little boy!" broke in Duprez. "Paris is the place for you. You should live in Paris. Of that you would never fatigue yourself."
She spoke of things strange and new to her attendant's ears frequently she pronounced the names of Violet Vere and Lady Winsleigh with an accent of horror, then she would talk of George Lorimer and Pierre Duprez, and she would call for Britta often, sometimes endearingly sometimes impatiently.
It was in an opera composed expressly for him "Polyceucte." He threw himself from a height of sixty feet. His voice did not please that particular public. Nourrit was too much accustomed to sing Glueck and Mozart. The Neapolitans said of him: "Vecchico canto." BARON DUPIN. Poor Nourrit! why did he not wait! Duprez has lost his voice.
"He says it must have been a 'fearsome sicht," repeated Lorimer, with even a stronger accent than Sanby's own, "which, mon cher Pierre, means all the horrors in your language; affreux, epouvantable, navrant anything you like, that is sufficiently terrible." "Mais, point du tout!" cried Duprez energetically. "It was charming! It made us laugh at death so much better than to cry!
Giulia Grisi, Clara Novello, Pauline Viardot, Fanny Per-siani, Jenny Lind, Maretta Alboni, Nantier Didier, Sophie Cruvelli, Catherine Hayes, Louisa Pyne, Duprez, Mario, Ronconi, and others all these had arisen since the day she had left the art world as Countess Rossi. Only the joyous and warmhearted Lablache was left of her old comrades to welcome her back to the scene of her old triumphs.
I'm a Scotchman, an' I'm just proud o' my country I'd back its men against a' the human race, but I wadna say much for the stabeelity o' its women. I wad just tak to my heels and run if I saw a real, thumpin', red-cheeked, big-boned Scotch lassie makin' up to me. There's nae bashfulness in they sort, and nae safety." "I will go to Scotland!" said Duprez enthusiastically.
A great many people were out of town, all who had leisure and money enough to liberate themselves from the approaching evils of an English winter, had departed or were departing, Beau Lovelace had gone to Como, George Lorimer had returned with Duprez to Paris, and Thelma had very few visitors except Lady Winsleigh, who was more often with her now than ever.
"But, see, my friend," persisted Duprez, "you would not be permitted to follow your own funeral, not possible, voila! You are permitted to kiss the pretty one in the winding-sheet. It is possible. Behold the difference!" "Never mind the Taverne de l'Enfer just now," said Errington, who had finished his breakfast hurriedly. "It's time for you fellows to get your fishing toggery on.
Similar changes are understood to have been made in "Le Prophète" by advice of Nourrit, whose poetical insight seems to have been unerring. It was left to Duprez, Nourrit's successor, however, to be the first exponent of John of Leyden.
As the housemaids say when they object to assist the cook, it would be beneath me." "Cook!" cried Duprez, catching at this word. "I can cook! Give me anything to broil. I will broil it! You have coffee I will make it!" And in the twinkling of an eye he had divested himself of his coat, turned up his cuffs, and manufactured the cap of a chef out of a newspaper which he stuck jauntily on his head.
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