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"Last spring I went to dine with some friends at Maisons-Laffitte. "Just as the train was leaving, a big, fat lady, escorted by four little girls, got into my car. I hardly looked at this mother hen, very big, very round, with a face as full as the moon framed in an enormous, beribboned hat. "She was puffing, out of breath from having been forced to walk quickly. The children began to chatter.
However, as Pierre was not yet a very expert rider, they decided that they would take the train as far as Maisons-Laffitte, whence they would proceed on their bicycles to the forest, cross it in the direction of Saint-Germain, and afterwards return to Paris by train. "You will be here for /dejeuner/, won't you?" asked Guillaume, whom this freak amused, and who looked with a smile at his brother.
"Why are you looking at me?" he asked. "I was noticing how much good has been done you by work and the open air," she frankly answered; "I much prefer you as you are. You used to look so poorly. I thought you really ill." "So I was," said he. The train, however, was now stopping at Maisons-Laffitte. They alighted from it, and at once took the road to the forest.
"Why are you looking at me?" he asked. "I was noticing how much good has been done you by work and the open air," she frankly answered; "I much prefer you as you are. You used to look so poorly. I thought you really ill." "So I was," said he. The train, however, was now stopping at Maisons-Laffitte. They alighted from it, and at once took the road to the forest.
"I looked at the child. And I recognized in her something of her mother's old charm, but something as yet unformed, something which promised for the future. And life seemed to me as swift as a passing train. "We had reached. Maisons-Laffitte. I kissed my old friend's hand. I had found nothing utter but the most commonplace remarks. I was too much upset to talk.
It seems quite probable. Sheltered snugly against the banked-up Forest of Saint Germain, on the banks of the Seine, is Maisons-Laffitte. François Mansart built the first Chateau de Maisons on a magnificent scale for René de Longueil, the Superintendent of Finance.
"I looked at the child. And I recognized in her something of her mother's old charm, but something as yet unformed, something which promised for the future. And life seemed to me as swift as a passing train. "We had reached. Maisons-Laffitte. I kissed my old friend's hand. I had found nothing utter but the most commonplace remarks. I was too much upset to talk.
"Why are you looking at me?" he asked. "I was noticing how much good has been done you by work and the open air," she frankly answered; "I much prefer you as you are. You used to look so poorly. I thought you really ill." "So I was," said he. The train, however, was now stopping at Maisons-Laffitte. They alighted from it, and at once took the road to the forest.
Then they got into their boat again and went to Maisons-Laffitte. The night was perfectly black when they reached the wine shop of old man Jules. As soon as the dealer saw them he came up, shook hands with them and sat down at their table. They began to talk of one thing and another.
"Last spring I went to dine with some friends at Maisons-Laffitte. "Just as the train was leaving, a big, fat lady, escorted by four little girls, got into my car. I hardly looked at this mother hen, very big, very round, with a face as full as the moon framed in an enormous, beribboned hat. "She was puffing, out of breath from having been forced to walk quickly. The children began to chatter.
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