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Updated: June 10, 2025
Marie gave me a thick woollen muffler in shades of violet, which she had been knitting for me in secret for several days. My aunt put round my neck a little scapulary which had been blessed, and when my mother and father arrived everything was ready. A farewell dinner was given, to which two of my mother's friends, Aunt Rosine, and four other members of the family were invited.
Before the young man could find a reply, the bell pealed again, and Rosine gave Amedee a parting smile, lightly kissing the tips of her fingers, and disappeared behind the doer, which fell together, with a loud bang. The poet's first movements was one of rage. Giddy weather- cock of a woman!
"That immense creature? Never! Now then, Rosine, I came here to amuse myself a little, I will admit. That is not forbidden at my age, is it? But this ball disgusts me. You have no appointment here? No? Is it truly no? Very well, take my arm and let us go. Do you live far from here?" "In the Avenue d'Orleans, near the Montrouge church." "Will you allow me to escort you home, then?"
Madame Rosine gesticulated with her hands and smiled. "Miladi, there is no more!" she declared. "Miladi will perceive it is for the evening wear it is decolletee it is to show to everybody Miladi's most beautiful white neck and arms. The effect will be ravishing!" Thelma's face grew suddenly grave almost stern.
This is a great day, the day when Mamma Gerard makes her gooseberry preserves. There is a large basin already full of it on the table. What a delicious odor! A perfume of roses mingled with that of warm sugar. Maria and Rosine have just slipped into the kitchen, the gourmands! But Louise is a serious person, and will not interrupt her singing for such a trifle.
In Paris, Thelma's wardrobe was completed a certain Madame Rosine, famous for "artistic arrangements," was called into requisition, and viewing with a professional eye the superb figure and majestic carriage of her new customer, rose to the occasion in all her glory, and resolved that Miladi Bruce-Errington's dresses should be the wonder and envy of all who beheld them.
The bitterness of the thought that he had known this poor girl in her innocence and youth, and the Gerards' name spoken in such a place, filled the young man's heart with a singular sadness. He could only say to Rosine, in a voice that trembled a little with pity: "You! Is it you?" Then she became red and very embarrassed, lowering her eyes.
Not only Louise, the eldest of the Gerards a large girl now, having been to her first communion, dressing her hair in bands, and wearing white waists not only Louise, who had become a good musician, had made the piano submit to long tortures, but her sister Maria, and Amedee also, already played the 'Bouquet de Bal' or 'Papa, les p'tits bateaux'. Rosine, too, in her character of street urchin, knew all the popular songs, and spent entire hours in picking out the airs with one finger upon the old instrument.
Sit down a moment, and your friend too. Do you know, your friend is charming? What is her name?" "Rosine," replied the stranger, modestly, for she was only about eighteen, and, in spite of the blond frizzles over her eyes, she was not yet bold, poor child! She was making her debut, it was easy to see.
Oh! you are letting it splutter all over me!" exclaimed the Baroness. "You can't come in; what is it?" "What is the matter, aunt?" "You can't come in," exclaimed some one behind the screen; "my cuirass has split. Marie, Rosine, a needle and thread, the gum." "Oh! there is a stream all down my back, your horrid white is running down," said the Baroness, in a rage. "I will wipe it.
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