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As he opened the gate a little dog's bark was heard, and he was aware of a broad hat under the tree. Simultaneously a small Maltese dog sprang forward, and Francie's head rose from leaning over the little table with a start, her cheeks deeper rose than usual, having evidently gone to sleep over the thin book and big dictionary that lay before her. "Oh!" she said, "it is you. Was I dreaming?"
Something in his breast told him that he knew all about these. It's not upon each other that the animals in the same cage, in a zoological collection, most turn their eyes. There was a silent sociability in him and a superficial fineness of grain that helped to account for his daughter Francie's various delicacies.
He is like that damnable monster Basiliscus, which defiles yea, poisons! by the sight." All which was hardly claratory to the boy's mind. Presently Montroymont came home, and called up the stairs to Francie. But this day Francie's heart was not in the fencing. "Sir," says he, suddenly lowering his point, "will ye tell me a thing if I was to ask it?" "Ask away," says the father.
Francie's lover knew moreover though he was a little disappointed that no charmed exclamation should have been dropped as they quitted the hotel that the girl's rare spell had worked: it was impossible the old man shouldn't have liked her. "Ah do ask them, and let it be very soon," he replied. "They'll like it so much." "And whom can they meet who can meet THEM?"
Maurice he found in charge of a bewildering number of variously sized packages, which seemed to cause him some anxiety, for there was no sort of proper cohesion among them. "Toys for Francie's children, I'll bet," said Lionel. "Well, how otherwise could I show my gratitude?" Mangan said.
Here and there, too, lovers not lovers like Francie's, a peculiar breed, but simply lovers trembling, blushing, silent, sought each other by flying glances, sought to meet and touch in the mazes of the dance, and now and again dancing together, struck some beholder by the light in their eyes.
High spirits were Francie's native air: it was very difficult for her to be quiet and subdued for long together. But Jacinth really loved to see Frances happy, and she knew that Lady Myrtle would feel the same. 'She thinks her such a mere child, thought the elder girl. So she smiled reassuringly as she replied: 'Of course, dear, you can ask Lady Myrtle.
So the sisters were received with a murmur on their delay. The pretty dress prepared for Mona was found to be too small for the tall shapely Franceska, and Sophy undertook to alter it, while poor Francie's troubles began.
It's twenty minutes past six, and the table d'hote's on time." "You don't mean to say you dine at the table d'hote!" Mr. Flack cried. "Why, don't you like that?" and Francie's candour of appeal to their comrade's taste was celestial. "Well, it isn't what you must build on when you come to Paris. Too many flowerpots and chickens' legs." "Well, would you like one of these restaurants?" asked Mr.
Francie's white face, very quiet now, let all this pass without a sign of satisfaction. Her only response was presently to say: "Why did you ask me so many questions that day?" "Because I always ask questions it's my nature and my business to ask them. Haven't you always seen me ask you and ask every one all I could? Don't you know they're the very foundation of my work?
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