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"While I have never been introduced to him, I have some acquaintance with him, and esteem him a noble gentleman." "W'ere you meet him?" "I met him first," he said, "at the graves of my parents and sisters." There was a kind of hush after the mention, and the lady made no reply. "It was some weeks after my loss," resumed Frowenfeld. "In wad cimetière dad was?"
"The canal I can smell it from here. Why not rue Bienville?" Frowenfeld said he did not know. Notice their route. A spirit of perversity seems to have entered into the very topography of this quarter. Conversation moved sluggishly for a time, halting upon trite topics or swinging easily from polite inquiry to mild affirmation, and back again.
The crumbling fortress resumed, his voice pitched low like the beginning of the long roll. He knew Nature's design. "It was in order that you, Professor Frowenfeld, might become my vicar! Your book shall be in French! We must give it a wide scope! It shall contain valuable geographical, topographical, biographical, and historical notes. And ha! I will write some political essays for it.
Frowenfeld soon noticed that he never entered the shop unless its proprietor was alone, never sat down, and always, with the same perfection of dignity that characterized all his movements, departed immediately upon the arrival of any third person.
"The English is very faulty here," he said, without looking up. "He mentions Bras-Coupé." Palmyre started and turned toward him; but he went on without lifting his eyes. "He speaks of your old pride and affection toward him as one who with your aid might have been a leader and deliverer of his people." Frowenfeld looked up. "Do you under "
"There are so many Grandissimes," said the weary-eyed Frowenfeld, "I cannot distinguish between I can scarcely count them." "Well, now," said the doctor, "let me tell you, don't try. They can't do it themselves. Take them in the mass as you would shrimps." The little doctor tipped his chair back against the wall, drew up his knees, and laughed whimperingly in his freckled hands.
"What dat is?" The smile faded and the blush deepened as Frowenfeld replied: "If it could become the means of reminding this community that crude ability counts next to nothing in art, and that nothing else in this world ought to work so hard as genius, it would be worth thousands of dollars!"
The most ordinary thing in the world; Professor Frowenfeld lost his footing on a slippery gunwale, fell, cut his head upon a protruding spike, and went into the house of Palmyre to bathe his wound; but finding it worse than he had at first supposed it, immediately hurried out again and came to his store. He left his hat where it had fallen, too muddy to be worth recovery.
"There are a great many Americans that think as you do," said Frowenfeld, quietly. "But," said the little doctor, "what did that fellow mean by your Creole partner? Mandarin is in charge of your store, but he is not your partner, is he? Have you one?" "A silent one," said the apothecary "So silent as to be none of my business?" "No." "Well, who is it, then?" "It is Mademoiselle Nancanou."
There seemed a certain family resemblance between her voice and that of the other, which proclaimed them he incautiously assumed sisters. This time, as we see, the smaller, and probably elder, came alone. She still held in her hand the small silver which Frowenfeld had given her in change, and sighed after the laugh they had just enjoyed together over a slip in her English.
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