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Updated: May 9, 2025
He was approaching his fortieth year, but he was still the beau Sagreda, as he had long been nicknamed by the noctambulous women of Maxim's and the early-rising Amazons of the Bois.
While he was lying in the American ambulance hospital at Neuilly the doctor said to him: "This cot next to yours is the only one vacant. Would you object if we put a German in it?" "By no means," said the major; "I haven't seen one yet." The stories the English officers told us at La Rue's and Maxim's by contrast with the surroundings were all the more grewsome.
After the dynamometer test had been completed, and everything had been made ready for trial in motion, careful observers were stationed on each side of the track, and the order was given to release the machine. What follows is best told in Maxim's own words:
"Sir George," he said, "can you give me five minutes?" "With pleasure!" he answered. "I was going into the Ritz. Come and have something." "To Maxim's, if you don't mind," the Vicomte said. "It will take us only a moment." Sir George stepped in.
The latter school maintained that, as birds are heavier than air, so the air locomotive of the future would be a machine itself heavier than air, but capable of being navigated by a motor yet to be discovered, which would develop proportionate power. Sir H. Maxim's words may be aptly quoted here. "In all Nature," he says, "we do not find a single balloon.
Leaving her to Marie at the door of her room, Monte went into his own apartment. He threw open a window, and stood there in the dark with the cool night breeze blowing in upon him. After Maxim's, the more clean air the better; after what had followed in the cab, the more cool air the better. He was still confused by it; still frightened by it.
He was glad when the final curtain rang down and he was able to take her arm and guide her out. "Maxim's next?" he inquired. "Do you want to go?" she asked. "It's for you to decide," he answered. She was dead tired by now, but she did not dare to stop. "All right," she said; "we'll go." It was a harlequin crowd at Maxim's a noisier, tenser, more hectic crowd than at the Riche.
Usually Count Bindo di Ferraris spent his time with his gay friends, lounging in the evening at Maxim's, or giving costly suppers at the Americain.
It was worth while to spend an evening, and a louis, at Maxim's, or at Henry's, to see the company that came to dine there when the German army was still entrenched within sixty miles of Paris. They were not crowded, those places of old delight, and the gaiety had gone from them, like the laughter of fair women who have passed beyond the river.
It shall be as you wish: on to Maxim's after this one dance. You know, it's the last really good music we'll have to dance to our last dance together, perhaps who knows? forever!" She pretended to be overcome; the lithe body in his embrace sketched a fugitive seizure of sadness, drooping with a wistful languour well suited to the swooning measures to which they swayed and postured.
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