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So run no risks, be prudent both of you. Say not a work I have read your heart." Madame de la Baudraye was defenceless under this serried attack, and in the presence of a man who spoke at once as a doctor, a confessor, and confidential friend. "Indeed!" said she. "Can you suppose that any woman would care to compete with a journalist's mistresses?
I have the offer of work here journalist's work which cannot be done in the country or abroad. But I would do all I could to shield Lady Henry." "What about Mr. Montresor?" said the Duke, abruptly. Montresor had been the well-known Châteaubriand to Lady Henry's Madame Récamier for more than a generation. Julie turned to him with eagerness. "Mr. Montresor wrote to me early this morning.
He uttered scarcely a word the whole evening, though Meredith knew that his guests would talk about him enthusiastically, the next day, none the less. The journalist's silence was enforced by the topics; but what expression and manner the light allowed them to see was friendly and receptive, as though he listened to brilliant suggestions.
Our nerves have been hardened, our sensibilities blunted, our hearts steeled against suffering, in the terrible school through which we have passed. Moving up the River. A Landing Effected. The Battle. Precipitous Retreat of the Rebels. Spoiling a Captured Camp. Rebel Flags Emblazoned with the State Arms. A Journalist's Outfit. A Chaplain of the Church Militant.
But not the most significant one, by a long way." The General could not help a look of inquiry. The journalist's face changed from gay to grave. "The most significant thing in American life just now " "I know!" interrupted the General. "Your divorce laws!" The journalist shook his head. "It goes deeper than that. What we're looking on at is a complete transformation of the idea of marriage "
Lucy thereupon refused the journalist's escort home and sent him back shrilly to his "strolling actress." At this Rose turned round immediately and hissed out a "Dirty sow" by way of answer.
Now behold, here was this little red-haired creature, Bobinette, who asked for the solution of this formidable, incomprehensible, unprecedented thing, wanted it straight away. "Who is Fantômas?" Fandor's attitude, his expression showed how surprised he was at such a question. M. de Naarboveck emphasised and justified the journalist's astonishment.
Altogether, we are disposed to believe that Paris official "warnings," press prosecutions and possible duels notwithstanding must be accepted as the journalist's paradise. To be courted, caressed and feared is as much as any reasonable newspaper writer can expect, and a great deal more than he is likely to get out of his work elsewhere. Cities of Northern and Central Italy. By Augustus J.C. Hare.
By this time he had made a beginning of his critical essay, and the exordium so far satisfied him that he was tempted to take it for Earwaker's judgment. But no; better his friend should see the thing when it was complete. About eight o'clock he reached the journalist's chambers. Malkin had not yet arrived.
"Look here, we're both late for dinner supposing we go and dine somewhere and do a theatre after, eh?" "Oh no we mustn't." All the same Flossie's eyes brightened, for she dearly loved the play. "Why not?" "Because I don't think perhaps you ought to." "You mean I can't afford it?" "Well " "Oh, I fancy even a journalist's income will run to that."
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