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It had begun to be very pleasant, and I guess I have got to go. I can't feel easy about him." "Why, of course," Mrs. March now assented, and she waved her fan thoughtfully before her face. I knew what she was thinking of, and I looked at Miss Gage, who had involuntarily taken the pose and expression of the moment when I first saw her at the kiosk in Congress Park. "And Miss Gage?"
Between the moment when she fled from the kiosk and when she returned there, she had not the actual time to go to her medicine-closet to find the ipecac." "How have you been able to compute the time?" asked the Emperor.
I have made up my mind to detest him. A barbarian! 'A hero! 'Have you ever seen him? 'I have. 'Handsome? 'An archangel. 'And sumptuous? 'Is he not a conqueror? All the plunder of the world will be yours. 'I am tired of magnificence. I built this kiosk to forget it. 'It is not in the least degree splendid, said Honain, looking round with a smile.
And when we return to the baseless kiosk lulled always by the Nubian song of the boatmen a great disc is already illuminating everything with a gentle splendour.
Tell me, have you begun the country letters yet for Mr. Anderson?" "I send my first one away on Thursday," Douglas answered. "You will send me a proof?" "If I may, with pleasure." She turned to Drexley. "And you, my friend," she said, "how have things gone with you? The Ibex is as good as ever. I bought this month's at a kiosk in Buda. You must get Mr.
Again I tried to signal the Maitre d'Hotel as he dashed past on his way to the kiosk. This time he was under one of the huge umbrellas which an "omnibus" was holding over him, Rajah-fashion. He had a plump melon, half-smothered in ice, in his hands, to protect it from the downpour, the rain making gargoyles of the points of the ribs of the umbrella.
The Aga of the Janissaries withdrew to his kiosk; the Kapudan Pasha had himself rowed through the canal to his country house at Chengelköi, having just received from a Dutch merchant a very handsome assortment of tulip-bulbs, which he wanted to plant out with his own hands; the Reis-Effendi hastened to his summer residence, beside the Sweet Waters, to take leave of his odalisks for the twentieth time at least; and the Kiaja returned to Stambul.
Youssouf hastened to where the slaves were still singing their melancholy song, and sent one of them down into the park to inform her that the Mameluke bey, Osman Bardissi, had come, and desired to see her. The slave advanced timidly to the entrance of the kiosk, and announced the visitor to Sitta Nefysseh, who, awakening from a dream she had dreamed with open eyes, gently inclined her head.
Politicians of a craven type, who are the curse of all democracies, had gone to keep her company, leaving Paris cleaner than ever she was after the streets had had their morning bath on a spring day when the horse chestnuts were in bloom and madame was arranging her early editions on the table of her kiosk a spiritually clean Paris. Monsieur, would you have America judged by the White Way?
It had a hillside garden, with a dove-cote in it, and a little kiosk in which Emma liked to sit, with the cat Satan on her lap, and projeck at the strange world in which she found herself. She shared the house with a scene-painter and his wife, and as the scene-painter was an Englishman, Emma could talk to somebody and be understood.
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