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It had been enlarged by the Regent d'Orléans, who gave it to his daughter, the Duchess de Berri; and it, was the frequent scene of the orgies of that infamous father and daughter, while more recently it had been known as the Parc aux Cerfs, under which title it had acquired a still more infamous reputation. "Après le dîner il y eut appartement jeu, et la fête fut terminée par un feu d'artifice."
He told one grim story of an invalid woman unable to move, lying in bed in her appartement, and of how her husband went out on the balcony to look at the Zeppelin. There was a great noise of shooting. Ever and again he would put his head back into the room and tell her things, and then after a time he was silent and looked in no more. She called to him, and called again.
It was very well to be absurdly proud in an attic, but that pride will be out of place in your appartement au premier." "You are the best fellow in the world, Frederic, and I make you the promise you ask," said Alain, cheerfully, but yet with a secret emotion of tenderness and gratitude.
"Well, he introduced me to his mother," replied Septimus gravely, whereat Emmy broke into merry laughter, for the first time for many days. "I've taken the appartement for a month and the aunt who can cook," he remarked. "What!" cried Emmy, who had not paid very serious regard to the narrative. "Without knowing anything at all about it?"
In short, as Madame Hochon remarked, at fifty-seven years of age he seemed older than Monsieur Hochon, an octogenarian. Every one will suppose, and with reason, that Max's appartement was worthy of so charming a fellow. In fact, in the course of six years our captain had by degrees perfected the comfort of his abode and adorned every detail of it, as much for his own pleasure as for Flore's.
M. Max desires his profoundest, his most affectionate excuses and will monsieur place him under a debt never possible of repayment by entering the appartement by entertaining the princess during his absence?" Blake stared "In the name of Heaven " But Jacqueline's white hands again made free with his arm. "Monsieur, Heaven will arrange! Heaven is bountiful in these affairs!"
He spoke very earnestly, but even as he spoke he lowered his voice, as if fearing to be overheard. Senator Burton glanced at the door. "You can speak quite openly," he said rather sharply. "You forget that there is the door of our appartement as well as a passage between this room and the staircase." "No, father, I don't forget that. But it would be quite easy for anyone to creep in.
Their supply of money was coming to an end; attempts must be made to regularize that position by drawing on Mrs. Warren's German investments and the capital she still had in Belgian stock if that were negotiable at all. Where should they go? Mrs. With the influence of the Government Secretary behind her she might turn out some of its occupants and regain the use of the old "appartement."
Sometimes, at night, when all is still, and I look out on that desolate river, I think I shall go mad with grief, with wild regret for my beautiful appartement in Rue de la Tour des Dames. How different the present from the past! I hate with my whole soul this London lodging, and all that concerns it Emma, and eggs and bacon, the lascivious landlady and her lascivious daughter; I am weary of the sentimental actress who lives upstairs, I swear I will never go out to talk to her on the landing again. Then there is failure I can do nothing, nothing; my novel I know is worthless; my life is a leaf, it will flutter out of sight. I am weary of everything, and wish I were back in Paris. I am weary of reading, there is nothing to read, Flaubert bores me. What nonsense has been talked about him! Impersonal! He is the most personal writer. But his odious pessimism! How weary I am of it, it never ceases, it is lugged in
In the affair of the lands about the Madeleine, Pillerault had undertaken a private examination, which was the real cause of the boldness with which Cesar had combated his wife's presentiments. The perfumer went up the seventy-eight stairs which led to the little brown door of his uncle's appartement, thinking as he went that the old man must be very hale to mount them daily without complaining.
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