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Her chamber music includes a nonette and sextette for strings, two quintettes, several piano trios, in two of which clarinet and flute replace the usual violin, a number of sonatas and other pieces for violin and piano, several 'cello sonatas, some flute and piano pieces, and numerous piano works and songs.
Toby watched him a little wistfully as he moved away, leading her horse. "I am trying to be good," she said. "He knows that." "Yes, she's trying hard," Maud said very kindly. "Jake and I are going to be proud of her some day." Saltash's brows twisted humorously. "I wonder," he said. And then again lightly he laughed. "Don't get too good, Nonette! I can't rise to it."
"Honour is too easily satisfied in this country though after all " his smile was suddenly provocative "there are very few things worth fighting for, Nonette." Her eyes flashed their ready challenge. "Life being too short already?" she suggested. "Even so," said Charles Rex coolly. Toby abruptly bent her head and muttered something into the picnic-basket. "What?" said Saltash.
"I think Mignonette would suit you better," he said, in his quick, caressing way. "It's time I chose a name for you, ma chère. I shall call you that." "Or just Nonette of Nowhere," breathed the red lips, piteously smiling. "That would suit me best of all." "No no!" said Saltash, and gently relinquished his hold. "Don't forget that you are a favourite of the gods!
Maud, of course, was the witch who had worked the marvellous transformation, Maud with her tender mother-wisdom that divined so much. He looked at her now, and wondered as he met her smile if she fully realized what she had done. Across the wonder came Saltash's quizzing voice "Mais, Nonette, Nonette, you are a vision for the gods!"
At least half of the old city on the banks of the wistful Nonette it is a much larger place than Crepy, with a cathedral of some consequence was smashed as utterly as it might have been by a cyclone or an earthquake.
In 1814 Prussian, Russian, and British soldiers marched through the town on their tramp to Paris. Cossacks and Highlanders were the "strangest sight" Senlis had ever seen, though it had seen many; but a hundred years later it was to see a stranger one yet. If ever a place looked made for peace, that place is Senlis, on its bright little river Nonette child of the Oise and in its lovely valley.
He set her free. "You must look your best tonight. Wear blue! It is your colour. I shall present Spentoli to you. And tomorrow he will want to paint you." Toby stiffened. "That canaille!" she said. He looked at her in surprise. "What is the matter with you tonight, Nonette? You are hating all the world." Her blue eyes blazed. "I don't want to meet Spentoli," she said. "He has an evil eye.
"All right, Nonette!" he said, and his voice had the same quality; it was reassuring but oddly unsteady. "Sorry I kept you waiting." She looked at him. Her face was quivering. "I've had a hell of a time," she said pathetically. "Been here hours thought you'd never come. Your man your man said I wasn't to disturb you." "Damn the fool!" said Saltash. She broke into a breathless laugh.
Jeanne was kneeling by the window, her head thrown back and the moonlight on her upturned face. When she woke in the dawn the Maid was already up, trussing the points of her breeches and struggling with her long boots. She was crooning the verse of a ballad: "Serais je nonette' Crois que non " and looking with happy eyes at the cool morning light on the forest. "Up, sleepy-head," she cried.
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