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The Abbé Legrand, who stood by her bedside as her whole frame was shaken by convulsions, very sensibly remarked, "It is a good thing to possess sensibility. It is very unfortunate to have so much of it." Gradually Jane regained composure, but life, to her, was darkened. She now began to realize all those evils which her fond mother had apprehended.
His illustrations are those of a great artist admirable in colour, movement and observation; all the great principles of Impressionism are embodied in them. But there are four more illustrators of the first rank: Steinlen, Louis Legrand, Paul Renouard and Auguste Lepère. Steinlen has been enormously productive: he is specially remarkable for his illustrations.
You must give it to him. I'm off." In the afternoon I find Leglise troubled and perplexed. "I can't give all this to Legrand myself, he would be offended." So then we have to devise a discreet method of presentation. It takes some minutes. He invents romantic possibilities. He becomes flushed, animated, interested. "Think," I say, "find a way. Give it to him yourself, from some one or other."
"Stop!" and LeGrand Blossom snapped out the words in such a manner that the desperate woman did stop. "Minnie, go away," he pleaded, more gently. "I'll come to you as soon as I can, and explain everything. Please believe in me!" "I I don't believe I can again, LeGrand," faltered Minnie. "I I heard what you said to her just now that you couldn't do anything more for her.
He took no notice of Barrington, who was playing cards, totally absorbed in his game, but he watched Jeanne for a little while, and presently approached her. "You are very brave, mademoiselle," he said. "Is it not best?" "I am very grieved," said Legrand. "Monsieur, you have heard nothing from from Lucien Bruslart?" "Nothing." "To-morrow! Where will they take me to-morrow?"
Ernst Francke, in the article reprinted from the Economic Journal of June 1909, which I have recommended for reference at the end of this chapter, names one of these devoted pioneers, Daniel Legrand, an Alsatian manufacturer who for thirty years did his best to induce France, Great Britain, Prussia, and Switzerland to agree on a minimum of industrial legislation.
He might have been the host by his manner, and was certainly the ruling spirit. Even Legrand seemed a little afraid of him and treated him with marked respect. The Abbé was a worldling, a lover of purple and fine linen and of the people who lived in them; he was therefore especially attentive to Jeanne St. Clair, knowing that she belonged to one of the noblest families in the land.
Legrand slept late on this Saturday morning; his dreams had been pleasant, and he hastily descended to his study, his face beaming, his body tingling with excitement. The regret which he had expressed last night, and really felt in his own limited fashion, was gone; how could he feel regret when in a short hour or two he was destined to handle so much money?
Legrand was a fraud, but always maintained that none but a truly great medium could have materialized the vaguest of love-dreams into the sweetest of wives. As for Dr. Hull, or, rather, Mr.
I was born in Hilton twenty-three years ago, several years after Miss Ludington left the village. My father is Mr. Slater, of course, but he is the person you know as Dr. Hull, which is an assumed name. Mrs. Legrand, who is no more dead than you are, is a sister of my father.
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