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He stood motionless a moment, surprised by her suppleness and her disappearance, then hearing nothing, he called gently: "Yvette!" She did not reply. He began to walk forward, peering through the shadows, looking in the underbrush for the white spot her dress should make. All was dark. He cried out more loudly: "Mam'zelle Yvette! Mam'zelle Yvette!" Nothing stirred. He stopped and listened.
Ah! if they could but meet. Suppose she should accost that feverish watcher, should ask him to direct her: "I beg your pardon, Monsieur. How can I get to the Seine?" He would recognize her at once. "What! Can it be you, Mam'zelle Zizi? What are you doing out-of-doors at this time of night?" "I am going to die, Frantz. You have taken away all my pleasure in living."
"Why, of course, Mam'zelle." "But truly, truly, now?" "Absolutely your friend, Mam'zelle, body and soul." "Even enough of a friend not to lie to me once, just once?" "Even twice, if necessary." "Even enough to tell me the absolute, exact truth?" "Yes, Mam'zelle." "Well, what do you think, way down in your heart, of the Prince of Kravalow?" "Ah, the devil!"
I think we had better move from the flat as quickly as we can." "It seems as if it would be advisable, Sir Nicholas." "Can you suggest anything, Burton? I really am quite knocked over to-day." "Her Ladyship don't chat to servants like some ladies, or I could easily let her maid know that Mam'zelle don't visit here, so that won't do," he mused. "You could not tell her yourself straight out.
I said, in a tone of wonder and inquiry. "Dr. Martin, mam'zelle. I sent a message to him by telegraph. It was altered somehow in the offices, and he did not know who was dead. He started off at once, travelled without stopping, and reached this place two nights ago." "Is he here now?" I asked, while a troubled feeling stirred the tranquillity which had but just returned to me.
"I do not want any one to tell me what sort of a man you are," I said, holding out my hand, red and cold with the keen air. He took it into his large, rough palm, looking down upon me with an air of friendly protection. "What is your name, mam'zelle?" he inquired. "Oh! my name is Olivia," I said; then I stopped abruptly, for there flashed across me the necessity for concealing it.
Whenever Holly or Jolly did anything unpleasing to her a not uncommon occurrence she would say to them: "The little Tayleurs never did that they were such well-brrred little children." Jolly hated the little Tayleurs; Holly wondered dreadfully how it was she fell so short of them. 'A thin rum little soul, old Jolyon thought her Mam'zelle Beauce.
Holly and Mam'zelle would be in the schoolroom, and the servants asleep after their dinner, he shouldn't wonder. He opened his door cautiously, and went downstairs. In the hall the dog Balthasar lay solitary, and, followed by him, old Jolyon passed into his study and out into the burning afternoon.
She pressed their hands, smiling in an affable but rather haughty manner. Servigny asked her: "Are you less cross to-day, Mam'zelle?" She answered in a severe and peculiar tone: "Today, I am going to commit follies. I am in my Paris mood, look out!" Then turning toward Monsieur de Belvigne, she said: "You shall be my escort, my little Malmsey.
He had not yet mentioned it to any one, not even to her; but Mam'zelle Zizi must have suspected something, for she became prettier and more lighthearted from day to day, as if she foresaw that the day would soon come when she would need all her gayety and all her beauty. They were alone in the workroom one Sunday afternoon.
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