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They rose from the table, their blood warmed and lashed by alcohol, ready to make any conquest; and they began to deliberate how to spend the evening, Bertin mentioning the Cirque, Rocdiane the Hippodrome, Maldant the Eden, and Landa the Folies-Bergere, when a light and distant sound of the tuning of violins reached their ears. "Ah, there is music at the club to-day, it seems," said Rocdiane.
I go out, nauseated, and go home to try to sleep a little until the hour for dinner, which I take at the club. "There I always find Adelmans, Maldant, Rocdiane, Landa, and many others, who bore and weary me as much as hand-organs.
Landa murmured. Rocdiane resumed, turning toward Bertin: "Is it true that he is to marry the daughter of your friend?" "I think so," said the painter. But the question, before that man, in that place, gave to Olivier's heart a frightful shock of despair and revolt.
I do hope Albe't won't hang round half the day before he brings her; I like to have a thing ova." Lander wandered about looking for the girl through the parlors and the piazzas, and then went to the office to ask what had become of her. The landlord came out of his room at his question to the clerk. "Oh, I guess she's round in my wife's room, Mr. Landa.
Landa told me you were not feeling very well, 'm," that she began to be proud of her ailments, and bragged of them at length, and of the different doctors who had treated her for them. While she talked she missed one thing or another, and Clementina seemed to divine what it was she wanted, and got it for her, with a gentle deference which made the elder feel her age cushioned by the girl's youth.
They pretended to believe him, and Landa, who was frankly a libertine, grew quite excited at the idea of all the pretty creatures that walked the streets and all the young persons who posed undraped before the painter at ten francs an hour.
I don't want to take you away from her, but IF. You sha'n't go int' the dinin'room, or be under anybody's oddas but mine. Now, will you?" "I'll see, Mrs. Atwell. I don't like to say anything till I know what Mrs. Landa wants." "Well, that's right. I decla'e, you've got moa judgment! That's what I used to say about you last summa to my husband: she's got judgment. Well, what's wanted?" Mrs.
One morning when they were all going out in Mrs. Lander's gondola, she sent Clementina back three times to their rooms for outer garments of differing density. When she brought the last Mrs. Lander frowned. "This won't do. I've got to have something else something lighter and warma." "I can't go back any moa, Mrs. Landa," cried the girl, from the exasperation of her own nerves.
After a while she went on, "I don't know as we've got any right to keep the letter. It belongs to her, don't it?" "I guess it belongs to me, as much as it does to her," said Clementina. "If it's to her, it's for me. I am not going to send it, Mrs. Landa." They were still in this conclusion when early in the following afternoon Miss Milray's cards were brought up for Mrs. Lander and Miss Claxon.
"Paris!" said he, a glass of kummel in his hand, "The only city where a man never grows old, the only one where, at fifty, if he is sound and well preserved, he will always find a young girl, as pretty as an angel, to love him." Landa, finding again his Rocdiane after the liqueurs, applauded him enthusiastically, and mentioned the young girls who still adored him every day.
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