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He saw a light yet shining in Yvonne's window, and a weakness shook his purpose of a sudden. Perhaps that light meant that she rued, sleepless, her anger, and that morning might But, no! His decision was made. Vernoy was no place for him. Not one soul there could share his thoughts. Out along that road lay his fate and his future.
My picture will show her that I am improved by such little changes, and perhaps it will induce hor to let me go to the Bal Blanc that Madame d'Etaples is going to give on Yvonne's birthday. Mamma declined for me, saying I was not fit to wear a low-necked corsage, but you see she was mistaken." "Rather," said Marien, smiling in spite of himself.
"Do you want to take a peep before we go to our box?" he asked, leading her to the doorway. Yvonne's little heart beat faster as she leaned over and glanced at the dazzling spectacle. "Come, hurry let us go to the box!" she whispered, dragging Gethryn after her up the stairway. He followed, laughing at her excitement, and in a few minutes they found the door of their lodge and slipped in.
A few minutes later the young man was announced. High words were heard by old Cataldi, and then a shot." "And Yvonne's bag?" "It was found where she had left it. In it were three thousand eight hundred francs, all in notes." "Yet Franklyn told me that he had heard how Yvonne won quite a large sum that night." "She might have done so and have lost the greater part of it," The Sparrow replied.
I bowed, yet not so low but that I detected a sneer on Yvonne's lips. "So, pretty lady," said I to myself, "we shall see if presently your lip will curl when I show you something of my wizard's art." And presently my chance came.
"My name, Mademoiselle, is Andrea de Mancini, that of the humblest of your servants, and one to whom your thanks are a more than lavish payment for the trivial service he may have been fortunate enough to render you." Dame! What glibness doth a tongue acquire at Court! "M. Andrea de Mancini?" came Yvonne's voice in answer. "Surely a relative of the Lord Cardinal?" "His nephew, Mademoiselle." "Ah!
Paul aroused himself from a reverie and remembered that he had been thinking of Flamby with a strange and lingering tenderness. The clock on the mantelpiece recorded the hour of two a.m., and he turned out the lights in the study and made his way upstairs. He had told Eustace not to wait up for him, and the house was in darkness. Before Yvonne's room Paul stopped, and gently opened the door.
The boy, being a poet by nature, but not furnished with an outlet in the way of writing, spent his time in slumber. The wolves lost no time in discovering that poetry and sleep are practically the same; so the flock steadily grew smaller. Yvonne's ill temper increased at an equal rate. Sometimes she would stand in the yard and rail at David through his high window.
Flamby, the human Eve, mercilessly taxed by Flamby the philosopher, pleaded guilty to a charge of personal vanity. Yes, she had dared to think herself pretty until she had seen Yvonne Mario. Flamby, the daughter of Michael Duveen, had defined Yvonne's appearance as "a slap in the face."
Even young men of fashion she had seen some of them on Tuesdays Raoul Wermant, the one who so distinguished himself as a leader in the 'german', or Yvonne's brother, the officer of chasseurs, who had gained the prize for horsemanship, and others besides these seemed to her very commonplace by comparison. No! he whom she loved was a man in the prime of life, well known to fame.
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