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"I don't want to be contradictory, old man, but I feel on the other hand that no one who has failed to see her at the Junior League Dances, in a Poiret frock, can know her! Come, come! Don't know how we drifted into this chorus of praise of Claire! What I wanted to ask was your opinion of the Pierce-Arrow. I'm thinking of buying one. Do you think that "
The antechamber of the administration is henceforth a chamber, the court is a boudoir, the best way to get in is through the cellar, and the bed is more than ever a cross-cut." Poiret. "Monsieur Bixiou, may I entreat you, explain?" Bixiou. "I'll paraphrase my opinion. To be anything at all you must begin by being everything.
Louis Sherwin has offered us convincing evidence to support his theory that the new staging in America is coming to us by way of the revue and not through the serious drama. Melville Ellis, Lady Duff-Gordon, and Paul Poiret have done their bit for the dresses.
Cerizet had only suggested the affair of the house to Theodose after making sure that among the three, Madame Poiret, Cadenet, and himself, it was impossible to raise the full sum of one hundred thousand francs. The "lender by the little week" was thus in perfect safety in his den, where he could even, if necessity came, appeal to the law.
Your devoted servant and friend, Moreau At eight o'clock that evening, Madame Clapart, just returned from a walk she had taken with her husband, was knitting winter socks for Oscar, by the light of a single candle. Monsieur Clapart was expecting a friend named Poiret, who often came in to play dominoes, for never did he allow himself to spend an evening at a cafe.
"Come, now," she said; "you would not be the ruin of my establishment, would you, eh? There's a dear, kind soul. You see what a pass these gentlemen have brought me to; just go up to your room for this evening." "Never a bit of it!" cried the boarders. "She must go, and go this minute!" "But the poor lady has had no dinner," said Poiret, with piteous entreaty.
"So it is! Goodness! I'm off to the secretary; he wants to read the obituary." Poiret. "What was I saying?" Thuillier. Vimeux. "Ah! there you are, my fine young man. Your days of hardship are nearly over; you'll get a post. Monsieur Rabourdin will be appointed. Weren't you at Madame Rabourdin's last night? Lucky fellow! they say that really superb women go there." Sebastien. "Do they?
The mask of good-nature had dropped from the convict's face; from the unmistakable ferocity of that sinister look, Poiret felt that the old maid was in danger, and hastily stepped between them. None of the lodgers understood this scene in the least, they looked on in mute amazement. There was a pause.
Bixiou. "By cochineal." Vimeux. "Yes, cochineal; he's a partner in the house of Matifat, rue des Lombards. Well, he is retired; so is Poiret. Neither is to be replaced. So much is certain; the rest is all conjecture. The appointment of Monsieur Rabourdin is to be announced this morning; they are afraid of intrigues." Bixiou. "What intrigues?" Fleury. "Baudoyer's, confound him!
Poiret. "I shall leave this ministry without ever comprehending a single word that gentleman utters. What does he mean with his 'heads that fall'?" Fleury. "'Heads that fell? why, think of the four sergeants of Rochelle, Ney, Berton, Caron, the brothers Faucher, and the massacres." Phellion. "He asserts very flippantly things that he only guesses at." Fleury.
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