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He wondered to himself: "daughters, nieces, cousins, co-eds, boarders...?" "Amy plays. Hortense paints. Carolyn is a poet." "Amy plays? Pardon me for calling her Amy, but you have never given me the rest of her name." "I certainly presented you." "To 'Amy'." "Well, that was careless, if true. Her name is Amy Leffingwell; and Hortense's name is " "Stop, please. Pay it out gradually.
I took Hortense's tearless face between my trembling hands and stooped to kiss her for the last time. I had determined to be brave at this moment but I said "good-bye" in a broken sob and two large tears fell upon her pale cheeks from my quivering lashes. She did not brush them away but looking earnestly into my eyes said in a low eager voice as though she were finishing her thought aloud.
"I've not seen them," said Fergus, "but my eyes are older than yours. I do not doubt that you will see them dancing on moonlight nights." Meanwhile, Mary had been unpacking the trunk and laying Hortense's things away in the drawers of a great bureau. "Now we will go down and have tea," said Mary. "Let me brush your hair a bit."
Hortense now possessed an object upon which she could lavish the whole wealth of love that had until now lain concealed in her heart. The little Napoleon Charles was Hortense's first happy love; and she gave way to this intoxicating feeling with the most intense delight.
About three years after Hortense's marriage, in 1841, Baron Hulot d'Ervy was supposed to have sown his wild oats, to have "put up his horses," to quote the expression used by Louis XV.'s head surgeon, and yet Madame Marneffe was costing him twice as much as Josepha had ever cost him.
He had, as may be supposed concealed Hortense's purse; it lay next to his heart. "And a very good thing too," said Lisbeth. "I was working myself to death. You see, child, money comes in slowly in the business you have taken up, for this is the first you have earned, and you have been grinding at it for near on five years now.
At five o'clock, some time after the hour at which she was usually summoned to dress her mistress for the evening, the maid knocked at Hortense's door, and offered her services. Madame called out, from within, that she had a migraine, and would not be dressed. 'Can I get anything for madame? asked Josephine; 'a tisane, a warm drink, something? 'Nothing, nothing. 'Will madame dine? 'No.
Count Nesselrode at last conjured his friend Louise de Cochelet to inform the czar of the feeling of dismay that pervaded the Faubourg St. Germain, when he should come to Queen Hortense's maid-of-honor, as he was in the habit of doing from time to time, for the purpose of discussing the queen's interests with her. "Sire," said she to the czar, "the Faubourg St.
"... going to the big house to live." Hortense's father put the letter back into its envelope and handed it across the table to her mother. "I hadn't expected anything of the kind," he said, "but it makes the plan possible provided " Hortense knew very well what Papa and Mamma were talking about, for she was ten years old and as smart as most girls and boys of that age.
These last almost inaudible words sank away into the silent pool of Hortense's meditation. "Have another cigarette," said Kitty. "You've let yours fall into the water." I heard them moving a little, and then they must have resumed their seats. "You'll drop out of it," Kitty now pursued. "Into what shall I drop?" "Just being asked to the big things everybody goes to and nobody counts.
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