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Updated: June 14, 2025
"I brought in monsieur to show him the photograph of mon petiot, the comrade who sent me the snuff," explained Toinette, rummaging in a cupboard. "May I stay and look at it?" asked Doggie, buttoning up his tunic. "Mais parfaitement, monsieur," said Jeanne. "It is Toinette's kitchen." "Bien sûr," said the old woman, turning with the photograph, that of a solid young infantryman.
It was easy to see that she preferred her silence and her solitude to the little hunchback's good-will; he perceived it, and said no more. But Toinette's needle was hardly sufficient for her support, and presently work failed her! Maurice learned that the poor girl was in want of everything, and that the tradesmen refused to give her credit.
It was easy to see that she preferred her silence and her solitude to the little hunchback's good-will; he perceived it, and said no more. But Toinette's needle was hardly sufficient for her support, and presently work failed her! Maurice learned that the poor girl was in want of everything, and that the tradesmen refused to give her credit.
"Do?" asked Ruth. "Yes; isn't there some RULE to be observed after dinner?" and a rather ironical tone came into Toinette's voice. "Yes; come along, and Edith and I'll show you the rule, as you call it," answered Ruth, as she caught up the big basket-ball lying upon one of the chairs in the hall, flew through the door with it, across the piazza and into the gymnasium beyond.
No brighter, sunnier, happier disposition could have been met with than Toinette's when she entered the school; none more restless, distrustful and dissatisfied than her's when she left it, nearly six years later. If we are held accountable for sins of omission, as well as sins of commission, certainly the Misses Carter had a long account to meet.
A number of otherwise rational human beings scared out of their wits over some mysterious flames on the edge of the Fens at night time, seemed, in the face of this glorious summer's afternoon, to be little short of ridiculous. He tried to throw the idea off but could not. 'Toinette's pale face kept coming before him; the sudden dropping of her spoon struck an unpleasant chord in his memory.
Edith and Cicely are waiting at the gate." "Which teacher is going with us?" asked Toinette, suspiciously. "Teacher?" echoed Ruth. "Why, none, of course. Why don't you ask if we are going in a baby-carriage?" and she laughed as she slipped her arm through Toinette's. "You don't mean to say that we will be allowed to go by ourselves?"
He took to going regularly to Withersby Hall, and became an expected guest, dropping in at all hours to wile away an hour or two in 'Toinette's company, or else to have a quiet game of billiards with Brellier, or a cigar in company with both of them, in the garden, while the sun was still up. He never mentioned the flames to them again. But he never investigated them either.
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