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It was a cat among thousands, a mimi almost divine. Jean-Baptiste, appealed to for confirmation of these statements, replied that it was so. There was no denying that this was a magnificent beast. And of a chic. Mazette, yes! A cat of cats! And was the boy to be the whole afternoon in delivering a cheese, he demanded of her?
The little cook stopped short on the pavement, opened wide his eyes, looked at the two sisters with amazement, and boldly cast full in their faces the single word: "Mazette!" When Madame Recamier saw her first wrinkles, and first gray hairs, she said to a friend: "Ah! my dear, there are no more illusions left for me!
The little cook stopped short on the pavement, opened wide his eyes, looked at the two sisters with amazement, and boldly cast full in their faces the single word: "Mazette!" When Madame Recamier saw her first wrinkles, and first gray hairs, she said to a friend: "Ah! my dear, there are no more illusions left for me!
From that moment, all Paris had for the two sisters the eyes of the little pastry-cook of the Rue d'Amsterdam; all Paris repeated his 'Mazette', though naturally with the variations and developments imposed by the usages of the world. Mrs. Scott's drawing-room immediately became the fashion.
From that moment, all Paris had for the two sisters the eyes of the little pastry-cook of the Rue d'Amsterdam; all Paris repeated his 'Mazette', though naturally with the variations and developments imposed by the usages of the world. Mrs. Scott's drawing-room immediately became the fashion.
The little cook stopped short on the pavement, opened wide his eyes, looked at the two sisters with amazement, and boldly cast full in their faces the single word: "Mazette!" When Madame Recamier saw her first wrinkles, and first gray hairs, she said to a friend: "Ah! my dear, there are no more illusions left for me!
Cheer up," cried Von Barwig hysterically, and he slapped Poons on the back to conceal his emotion. "Mazette! Do you smell something?" inquired Pinac, sniffing the air. "Something is burning!" Von Barwig started and hastily looked into the coffee pot. "Ach Gott, boys," he said, "it's the coffee!" and he laughed. "Is it boiling?" asked Pinac. "Boiling! No, it's burning!
From that moment, all Paris had for the two sisters the eyes of the little pastry- cook of the Rue d'Amsterdam; all Paris repeated his 'Mazette', though naturally with the variations and developments imposed by the usages of the world. Mrs. Scott's drawing-room immediately became the fashion.
"You are ze most prudent of gentlemen!" he exclaimed. "Your great Franco-American pearl expert, 'e 'as valued ze pearls one time already at 'is own place, under your eye, Mistaire Sand. Now 'e 'as to come to your 'ouse! Mazette! But you must tink me a smart one, saire, if I could change false tings for real in ze last minute!"
There was a sort of electric shock around the table, a gleam in every eye, even in those of the servants. Cardailhac exclaimed: "Mazette!" Monpavon's nose subsided.
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