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"Mebbe it's best you should know a few things before you give me an answer," he went on, ignoring the fact that the answer had already been given. "I never went after a woman before in my life, all reports to the contrary not withstanding. The stuff you read about me in the papers and books, about me being a lady-killer, is all wrong. There's not an iota of truth in it.
"Every man is a caricature of himself when you strip him," said Müller, epigrammatically. "Look at that scarecrow just opposite. He passes for an Adonis, de par le monde." I looked and recognised the Count de Rivarol, a tall young man, an élégant of the first water, a curled darling of society, a professed lady-killer, whom I had met many a time in attendance on Madame de Marignan.
Jase Mallows, however, just then relieved from duty at the steering sweep, was less subtle of deduction. With his eye on Alexander, whose back was turned to him, he jauntily straightened his shoulders and gave his long mustache a twirl. Brent thought of the turkey-gobbler's strut as, with amused eyes, he watched the backwoods lady-killer.
But now he noted the prettiness of the younger girl, and a certain conceited desire to appear chivalrous, which had earned him the title of "Lady-Killer" among his associates, made him involuntarily spruce. He smiled ingratiatingly, and prepared to launch into flowery speech when he met Dallas' grave, steady eyes, and suddenly found himself at a loss for words. "How d' do, Miss?" he said at last.
As he is the greatest authority on art there, the Emperor has made him Count and Director of the Galerie du Louvre. He is very handsome, tall, and commanding, and has, besides other enviable qualities, the reputation of being the great lady-killer par excellence. As we stood there together the Empress passed by us. She held up her finger warningly, saying, "Take care! Beware!
Consummate care, precision, and brains characterized his work as an actor always, but his chief ambition lay another way. Rosencrantz and the rest were his school of stage-craft. Kyrle Bellew, the Osric of the production, was another man of the future, though we did not know it. He was very handsome, a tremendous lady-killer!
He was young Isaacstein, son of the Tarrong storekeeper, a would-be sportsman, would-be gambler, would-be lady-killer, would-be everything, who only succeeded in making himself a cheap bar-room loafer; but he was quite satisfied that he was the right thing. "What's doing, Gav?" he said. "Who's the letter from?" "Oh, business business" said Gavan Blake. "What's doing with you?" "Doing!
You know you are very fickle and considered a lady-killer be merciful to my poor little Sybylla, I pray. It is just one of your passing fancies. Don't wile her passionate young heart away and then leave her to pine and die." "I don't think she is that sort," he replied laughingly. "No, she would not die, but would grow into a cynic and sceptic, which is the worst of fates. Let her alone.
In short, my cavaliere servente must be my shadow." "Then, like your shadow, Madame," said I, "his place is ever at your feet, and that is all I desire!" Madame de Marignan laughed outright, and showed the loveliest little double row of pearls in all the world. "Admirable!" said she. "Quite an elegant compliment, and worthy of an accomplished lady-killer! Allons! you are a promising scholar."
"Don't let them little devils of French girls fall in love with my dude in his uniform." Her pretense at pleasantry was almost more than he could bear. "Hear! Hear! Our mother thinks I'm a regular lady-killer! Hear that, Esther?" pinching her cheek. "You are, Leon only only, you don't know it." "Don't you bring down too many beaus while I'm gone, either, Miss Kantor!" "I won't, Leon."
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