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In her French way, and not so very French either, I think she's as pretty though not so distinguished, not so alluring as Irene. Because she was alluring, wasn't she? with that white skin and those dark eyes, and that hair, couleur de what was it? I always forget." "Feuille morte," Francie prompted. "Of course, dead leaves so strange.
"The Baron de Lacy, now Comte d'Epinay, ambassador at the Court of , and, if report speak true, likely soon to exchange that post for the porte feuille of Minister." "He has got on in life since I saw him last, the little Baron. He was then my devoted imitator, and I was not proud of the imitation."
In her French way, and not so very French either, I think she's as pretty though not so distinguished, not so alluring as Irene. Because she was alluring, wasn't she? with that white skin and those dark eyes, and that hair, couleur de what was it? I always forget." "Feuille morte," Francie prompted. "Of course, dead leaves so strange.
As always, her clothes seemed part of her, without ends or beginnings, flowing from her, a streaming enhancing accompaniment. He asked her if her dress were nymphe émue or feuille morte. He was proud of knowing those two names. She said it was neither. He begged her to tell him, but she refused rather abruptly to discuss it. He said he loved her clothes that he would like to know....
He then told me, what I already knew, that he had a very beautiful wife, of whom he was passionately fond; that having on one occasion perceived her kissing a little 'porte feuille', he endeavoured to get possession of it, supposing there was some mystery attached to it.
The Revue des Deux Mondes lay there also, somewhat worn, with turned-down pages, as if it had been read and re-read many times; other publications lay near it, some of them uncut: the Arts modernes, which is bought only because of its cost, the subscription price being four hundred francs a year; and the Feuille libre, a thin volume between blue covers, in which appear the more recent poets, called "les enerves."
She closed her eyes to shut out the hideous vision of her crime; she tried to forget this home which her treachery had desecrated. "Je vais ou va toute chose Ou va la feuille de rose Et la feuille de laurier," sang Anne Mie plaintively. A great sob broke from Juliette's aching heart. The misery of it all was more than she could bear. Ah, pity her if you can!
From 1707 to 1717, the ports of that kingdom were filled with French ships, which carried from thence incredible sums in gold and silver; and many Frenchmen settled at this time in the country, who have left numerous descendants. During this period the learned Feuillé resided three years in Chili, and made his well known botanical researches and many profound metereological observations.
His mother, her hands held up over her head, and in them two plaits of hair "couleur de feuille morte," as little Jon had not yet learned to call it had looked at him with eyes like little bits of his brown velvet tunic, and answered: "No, darling, I won't."
He then told me, what I already knew, that he had a very beautiful wife, of whom he was passionately fond; that having on one occasion perceived her kissing a little 'porte feuille', he endeavoured to get possession of it, supposing there was some mystery attached to it.
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