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He used to cough at night, and she used to give him hot raspberry tea or lime-flower water, to rub him with eau-de-Cologne and to wrap him in her warm shawls. "You're such a sweet pet!" she used to say with perfect sincerity, stroking his hair. "You're such a pretty dear!"
Here Pen began sprinkling himself with eau-de-Cologne, and carefully scenting his hair and whiskers with that odoriferous water. "What is the matter? You've not been smoking. Is it my pipe that has poisoned you?" growled Warrington. "I am going to call upon some women," said Pen. "I'm I'm going to dine with 'em. They are passing through town, and are at an hotel in Jermyn Street."
Birch," she cried, in a frightened whisper, "for God's sake come to yourself! O God, what have I done?" She blew the eau-de-cologne into his face, and, as he languidly opened his eyes, he felt the touch of her warm hand upon his cheeks and his forehead. "Thank heaven! he is better," she murmured, still continuing to bathe his temples. "How do you feel now, Mr.
Louise had been with Miss Champion these twenty years, and was a privileged person as old servants are amongst us. When she had finished I went to look for my godmother, and found her with Miss Standish, bathing her forehead with eau-de-Cologne. "Poor little Bawn," she said, "you look tired. Louise has kept you standing too long. Once set Louise to fitting clothes and she forgets everything.
Thimbles and ploughs, eau-de-cologne and mangles, American stoves, cotton dresses of astounding patterns to suit the taste of Dutch ladies, harmoniums and flat-irons, all stood peaceably side by side together. But these were all "unconsidered trifles" next the more serious business of the establishment, which was wool wool in every shape and stage and bale.
She is in new things, and has sprinkled Eau-de-Cologne on her skin; her eye is bright; her face well-polished; her ears richly adorned. She is always rather dirty, and her wrists might be branches, but she has cotton gloves. There are some shadows in the picture, for Brisbille has come with his crony, Termite, so that his offensive and untidy presence may be a protest.
"I shan't live to see my grandson," he muttered. Emily ceased brushing. "Of course you will, James. Soames will be as quick as he can." There was a long silence, till James reached out his arm. "Here! let's have the eau-de-Cologne," and, putting it to his nose, he moved his forehead in the direction of his son. Soames bent over and kissed that brow just where the hair began.
"Very well, then." "First, you must have one of your best headaches. Second, you must go to bed at once. Third, you must sprinkle some eau-de-cologne on the bed, to deceive the lower orders. Fourth, you must be content with some soup for your dinner, and I'll smuggle you up some dessert in my pocket if you're hungry.
He bore his captivity, as he called it, pretty patiently, though he took great pains over his toilette, and had everything scented with eau-de-cologne. Nikolai Petrovitch used to read him the journals; Fenitchka waited on him as before, brought him lemonade, soup, boiled eggs, and tea; but she was overcome with secret dread whenever she went into his room.
Whether it was the fourteen children with their probable bare bread and the possible bare backs, or the respectability of the father's work, or the mingled dust and tears on the mother's face, we will not pretend to say. But Mrs Proudie was touched. She did not show it as other women might have done. She did not give Mrs Quiverful eau-de-Cologne, or order her a glass of wine.
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