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Tra-la-la-la," The golden screens were drawn forward, the lights were up again, and the whole theatre was stirring like a coloured paper ant heap. Outside in the foyer I found Lawrence at my elbow. "Go and see her," he whispered to me, "as soon as possible! Tell her tell her no, tell her nothing. But see that she's all right and let me know. See her to-morrow early!"
I'll whistle the gay tune about the girl who is going to write the letter until you can sing it with a tra-la-la-la so and then while you make the music we'll pretend I'm the girl who wants Peirrot to open his door so she can write the letter by the moonlight because her candle had blown out.
Masked and hooded figures in purple and gold and blue and red danced madly off into a forest of stinking, sodden leaves and trees as thin as tissue-paper burnt by the sun. "Oh aye! oh aye! oh aye!" came from the wounded, and the dancers answered, "Tra-la-la-la!
"Drink a toast to the Goddess!" cried the revelers, offering the winecup to the victims. "Curses on them!" said others. "Death is too good for vile aristocrats." "Tra-la-la-la!" sang drunken wenches, "La Guillotine will soon hold ye in her sharp embrace " The blasphemy of burlesquing a far greater Scene of Sorrows occurred to drunken Carmagnole dancers.
"I prefer appreciating Oscar's good qualities." "You are prejudiced, Lucilla." "So are you!" "You happen to have met Oscar first." "That has nothing to do with it." "Yes! yes! If Nugent had followed us, instead of Oscar; if, of those two charming voices which are both the same, one had spoken instead of the other " "I won't hear a word more!" "Tra-la-la-la! It happens to have been Oscar.
And she went back from the soft rustling peace of the woods, not a careless, selfishly happy girl any more, but a strong, steady-purposed woman. Roderick was so busy and happy during the ensuing week that he had almost forgotten the existence of Miss Leslie Graham, when she was brought to his dismayed senses by the sound of her voice over the telephone. "Tra-la-la-la, Mr.
Wouldn't he like it! Tra-la-la-la! I say, let's go out and get a little fresh air." Peer said nothing then or after about Klaus Brock, and Klaus himself was going off home for the summer holidays. As the summer wore on the town lay baking in the heat, reeking of drains, and the air from the stable came up to the couple in the garret so heavy and foul that they were sometimes nearly stifled.
It was the opinion of the district that her "intended" had unsettled the thrones of all the great writers of the past by his volume of poems, which no one in the parish had read; but the fame of whose success had been wafted down upon the eastern breezes which bore the snell bite of the metropolis upon their front. "Tra-la-la-la!" chanted the cocks of Craig Ronald.
"Well, get ready, Woloda," interrupted Dubkoff, tapping my brother on the shoulder and handing him his cloak. "Ignaz, get your master ready." "Therefore," continued Nechludoff, "it often happens with me that " But Dubkoff was not listening. "Tra-la-la-la," and he hummed a popular air. "Oh, but I'm not going to let you off," went on Nechludoff.
The band in the ballroom was still playing the dance out of the burlesque, and half a hundred voices were shouting "Tra-la-la-la" as Glory stepped into a hansom. "I'll follow on, though," whispered Drake with a merry smile. "We shall all be in bed, and the house locked up How magnificent you were to-night!"
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