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"Will you help me carry him into the house?" Saxon asked. Mercedes nodded, turned to a sergeant of police, and made the request to him. The sergeant gave a swift glance at Bert, and his eyes were bitter and ferocious as he refused. "To hell with'm. We'll care for our own." "Maybe you and I can do it," Saxon said. "Don't be a fool." Mercedes was beckoning to Mrs. Olsen across the street.
"Ah," exclaimed the young girl, blushing with delight, and fairly leaping in excess of love, "you see he has not forgotten me, for here he is!" And rushing towards the door, she opened it, saying, "Here, Edmond, here I am!" Fernand, pale and trembling, drew back, like a traveller at the sight of a serpent, and fell into a chair beside him. Edmond and Mercedes were clasped in each other's arms.
It was without any elation and yet without any regret that she said in her mild voice: "Do you want me to come back with you, Mercedes?" "Will you?" Madame von Marwitz asked in a low voice. "Why, yes, of course I'll come if you want me, Mercedes," said Mrs. Talcott. Madame von Marwitz now opened her door. "Thank you, Tallie," she said. "You look pretty tired," Mrs.
I guess you'll have to own that it must have made him pretty sick to see her putting him in the wrong with you all the time and spoiling everything; and there's no one on earth can do that better than Mercedes." "I see it all," said Karen. "But that does not change what happened between Gregory and me. He does not love me. I saw it plainly.
Isn't Candida delicious in green, with black head-dress of lace isn't she bewitching? Her stockings are green. The wall is a most miraculous adumbration of green. Across the room is another agent of disquiet in Nile green, Mercedes by name. Her aquiline nose, black eyes, and the flowers she wears at the side of her head bewilder; the sky, clouds, and landscape are all very lovely.
How the sergeant came to the little house in the Allee de Meillan we will relate further on. One thing was certain, Mercedes' silence made him feel uncomfortable; but his eye lighted up when the door opened, and a small white hand was laid on Mercedes' shoulder, and a clear, bright voice said: "Good-day, my dear little woman."
"Not crush that accursed race?" murmured he; "abandon my purpose at the moment of its accomplishment? Impossible, madame, impossible!" "Edmond," said the poor mother, who tried every means, "when I call you Edmond, why do you not call me Mercedes?" "Mercedes!" repeated Monte Cristo; "Mercedes!
It was kind of Mrs. Forrester to include herself in these submissions. "I had really built all my summer about the plans that we had made," Miss Scrotton said. "Mercedes was to have come back with me, I was to have stopped in Cornwall for Karen's marriage and after my month here in London I was to have joined her at Les Solitudes for August.
Miss Scrotton looked about the terrace with its rhythmic tubs of flowering trees, its groups of chairs, its white silk parasols, and then wandered to the parapet to turn and glance up at the splendid copy of an Italian villa that rose above it. "It is really very beautiful, Mercedes," she observed.
He only called me Mercedes." Mr. Bowdoin was fain to rummage in his pocket, either for a handkerchief or for a lump of Salem "Gibraltars:" both came out together in a state of happy union. Mercedes took hers simply. Only Miss Dolly was too proud to eat candy in the carriage.
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