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Clotilde is sudge a foolish she nevva thing of dad troub' to you she say she thing you was too kine-'arted to call dad troub' ha, ha, ha! So anny'ow we sen' for you, eh!" Frowenfeld said he was glad they had done so, whereupon Aurora rose lightly, saying: "I go an' sen' her." She started away, but turned back to add: "You know, 'Sieur Frowenfel', she say she cann' truz nobody bud y'u."
'Sieur Frowenfel'? Dat de way de publique halways talk about a hartis's firs' pigshoe. But, I hass you to pardon me, Monsieur Frowenfel', if I 'ave speak a lill too warm." "Then you must forgive me if, in my desire to set you right, I have spoken with too much liberty. I probably should have said only what I first intended to say, that unless you are a person of independent means "
"Well, then," Aurora's eyes twinkled like stars, "id muz be bic-ause 'Sieur Frowenfel' bump 'is 'ead ha, ha, ha!" "'Tis nod tru'!" cried Clotilde; but, instead of laughing, as Aurora had supposed she would, she sent a double flash of light from her eyes, crimsoned, and retorted, as the tears again sprang from their lurking-place, "You wand to mague ligue you don't kyah! But I know!
Frowenfeld bore the gaze. There was one element of emphatic satisfaction in it it drew their observation from Clotilde at the other end of the shop. He stole a glance backward; she was not there. She had watched her chance, safely escaped through the side door, and was gone. Raoul returned. "'Sieur Frowenfel', Doctor Keene is took worse ag'in.
I not only have the heart, as I tell you, to think kindly of our enemies, those Grandissime, for example" she waved her hand with the air of selecting at random "but I am burning up to know what is the condition of that poor, sick, noble 'Sieur Frowenfel', and I am going to do it!" The heart which Clotilde was accused of not having gave a stir of deep gratitude. Dear, pretty little mother!
W'at I got do wid Mawse Frowenfel'? I goes on de off side o' sich folks folks w'at cann' 'have deyself no bette'n dat he, he, he! At de same time I did happen, jis chancin' by accident, to see 'im." "How is he?" Dr. Keene made plain by his manner that any sensational account would receive his instantaneous contempt, and she answered within bounds.
Iv you will tell me wad dad mague you cry, I will tell you on ma second word of honor" she rolled up her fist "juz wad I thing about dad 'Sieur Frowenfel'!" "I don't kyah wad de whole worl' thing aboud 'im!" "Mais, anny'ow, tell me fo' wad you cryne!" Clotilde gazed aside for a moment and then confronted her questioner consentingly. "I tole 'im I knowed 'e was h-innocen'."
Raoul was ablaze with indignation. "'Sieur Frowenfel', gimmy dat lett'!" He extended his pretty hand. Frowenfeld pondered. "Gimmy 'er!" persisted the artist; "befo' I lose de sight from dat lett' she goin' to be hanswer by Sylvestre Grandissime, an' 'e goin' to wrat you one appo-logie! Oh! I goin' mek 'im crah fo' shem!" "If I could know you would do only as I "
"W'ere you is 'urted?" But while she was asking her question she had found the gash and was growing alarmed at its ugliness, when Raoul, having made everything fast, came in with: "Wat's de mattah, 'Sieur Frowenfel'? w'at's de mattah wid you? Oo done dat, 'Sieur Frowen fel'?"
Joseph was sitting in M. Grandissime's private office, in council with him and the ladies, and Aurora was just saying: "Well, anny'ow, 'Sieur Frowenfel', ad laz you consen'!" and gathering her veil from her lap, when Raoul burst in, all sweat and rage. "'Sieur Frowenfel', we ruin'! Ow pharmacie knock all in pieces! My pigshoe is los'!" He dropped into a chair and burst into tears.
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