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There was something strange in the sudden interest which she had aroused in him the eager desire which he felt to learn her previous history. The mistress of the "Star Hotel" was somewhat surprised when one of the waiters summoned her to the hall, where the street-singer was standing by Sir Oswald's side; but she was too clever a woman to express her astonishment.
"Still he is sinning against the laws of beauty which I desire to win you over to, and which will survive every whim of fashion, as certainly as Homer's Iliad will survive the ballad of a street-singer, who celebrates the last murder that excited the mob of this town. Am I the first artist who has attempted to represent your face?" "No," said Balbilla, with a laugh.
The darling in question turned his bright blue eyes on that dashing street-singer with a cool glance of recognition. "Very sorry, Nell," he said, in a nonchalant tone, "but I'm afraid I must. How long have you been here, may I ask?" "A full hour by St. Paul's; and where has Sir Norman Kingsley been, may I ask? I thought you were dead of the plague." "Not exactly. Have you seen ah! there he is.
Denis, when an iron fist was laid upon Robeckal's shoulder, and forced the frightened man to stand still. "What does this mean?" he angrily cried, as he turned around, "a " He paused, for he had recognized Fanfaro. Bobichel had clutched Rolla at the same time, and shaking her roughly, he cried: "Monster, where is the street-singer?" "What do I know of a street-singer?" cried Rolla, boldly.
When this hymn was finished, someone else, imitating the whine of a street-singer, started, 'Oh, where is my wandering boy tonight? and then Harlow who by some strange chance had a penny took it out of his pocket and dropped it on the floor, the ringing of the coin being greeted with shouts of 'Thank you, kind lady, from several of the singers.
He won't refuse, I warrant you." With these words, Robeckal took out a card and pointed to two addresses thereon. The first was Louison's address, the second that of a street-singer who was well known to the young girl. Louison no longer doubted. "I shall come," she said firmly; "when shall I make my appearance?" "At eight o'clock." "And when will I be done?"
Since my child was to be reared in the midst of murderers and thieves, I, too, would haunt their abodes. I became a street-singer, dancer, what you will. I wear rags now and solicit alms. I haunt the most disreputable cabarets in the lowest slums of Paris. I listen and I spy; I question every man, woman, and child who might afford some clue, give me some indication.
Below, in the town, a street-singer had established herself in a little thoroughfare; people had gathered around her to listen to her singing, and we three that is, Yves, Chrysantheme, and I who happened to be passing, stopped also. She was quite young, rather fat, and fairly pretty, and she strummed her guitar and sang, rolling her eyes fiercely, like a virtuoso executing feats of difficulty.
"Really, you are telling me something new," replied Arthur, "but it served me right. Why wasn't I more particular in the choice of my companions! Well, this worthy pair have abducted a young girl, a street-singer." "The scoundrels! Where have they carried the poor child to?" "God alone knows!
There was not a particle of the professional street-singer about Baubie Wishart, the child of that species being generally clean-washed, or at least soapy, of face, with lank, smooth-combed and greasy hair; and usually, too, with a smug, sanctimonious air of meriting a better fate.
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