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With the exception of the Parisienne, who had gone some time before, taking her companion with her, the devotees were the same, the two Englishmen still exchanging clean, white Bank of England notes, the German and Haytian losing, but calm as mummies, the fat, oily woman, melting like a red candle, the perspiration streaming down her face. Suddenly I heard a convulsive gasp.
Do you really think there may still be hope, that I still have a chance?" "No, no; not the slightest. She is sure to be betrothed, very much betrothed. I tell you I am glad she is. The Mouillards do not come to Paris for their wives, Fabien we do not want a Parisienne to carry on the traditions of the family, and the practice. A Parisienne! I shudder at the thought of it.
And this charming Parisienne, whose presence I divined rather than saw, whom I dared not look in the face, who stepped along by her father's side, light of foot, her eyes seeking the vault of heaven, her ear attentive though her thoughts were elsewhere, catching her Parisian sunshade in the hawthorns of Desio, was Jeanne, Jeanne of the flower-market, Jeanne whom Lampron had sketched in the woods of St.
A nurse in one of the Parisian hospitals, in a fit of despondency, decided to commit suicide. Like a true Parisienne, she would be nothing if not up to date, and chose, as the most recherché and original method of departing this life, to swallow a pure culture of typhoid germs, which she abstracted from the laboratory.
And so we gossiped on, walking leisurely, and passing many who, like ourselves, were idling in the winter sunshine. There was an air of refined ingenuousness about her that was particularly attractive. She walked well, holding her skirt tightly about her as only a true Parisienne can, and displaying a pair of extremely neat ankles.
She ceased her chatter, knitted her eyebrows, then raised them, opened her lips and with the vivacity of a Parisienne left her admirers to hurl herself like a torpedo upon our critic. "Tiens, tiens, Toutou! Mon lapin!" she cried, catching Padre Irene's arm and shaking it merrily, while the air rang with her silvery laugh. "Tut, tut!" objected Padre Irene, endeavoring to conceal himself.
One I found to be an honest woman, but a narrow thinker, a coarse feeler, and an egotist. The second was a Parisienne, externally refined at heart, corrupt without a creed, without a principle, without an affection: having penetrated the outward crust of decorum in this character, you found a slough beneath.
After an hour I re-entered the hotel to look for the Count and receive orders, when I saw, in the great red-carpeted lounge, my employer and the little Parisienne seated with the man whom I knew as Sir Charles Blythe, but who really was one of Count Bindo's confederates. We exchanged glances, and his was a meaning one.
Yet the young Parisienne took a sort of pleasure in this entrance upon a life of complete solitude and in the solemn silence of the old provincial house. She exchanged a few words with the aunt, a stranger, to whom she had written a bride's letter on her marriage, and then sat as silent as if she had been listening to an opera.
From there I can study him, and watch him, without his seeing me, since he is so irritable and so easily upset, and as soon as you see an opportunity I shall make use of it. A sign from you, and down I come." "Really, Monsieur Fabien " "It must be done, Madeleine; I must manage to speak to him before ten o'clock to-morrow morning, for my bride is coming." "The Parisienne? She coming here!"
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