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What happened then I don't remember; all I remember is that I flew headlong between them into the garden, and home and into my bedroom and almost crept under the bed why not make a clean breast of it? And what leaps, what bounds I took in the garden! The premiere danseuse dancing before the Emperor Napoleon on his nameday couldn't have kept pace with me.
An impressionist portrait of a rather severe-looking young woman gave the public some idea of what the danseuse might be like in appearance, and the further information was added that her performance was the greatest dramatic event of the season.
Had his father witnessed this imprudence he would have been prepared to believe that Dennis was under the influence of a danseuse, and the proportions of the breakfast could only have indicated a determination to commit suicide by repletion. On his way to the street Dennis paused to inform the barman of his intended departure.
Her face, distinctly Semitic, as is not seldom the case in Polynesia, was fixed a little sternly at first; but as she continued, it began to glow. She did not sing. Her dance was the upaupa, the national dance of Tahiti, the same movement generally as that of Temanu, but without voice and more skilled. One saw at once that she was the première danseuse of this isle, for all took their seats.
Call her Madame; she makes a point of it." Florentine happened that night to have a friend with her, a certain Marie Godeschal, beautiful as an angel, cold as a danseuse, and a pupil of Vestris, who foretold for her a great choregraphic destiny.
"You are jolly right," said the ancient danseuse. "The nest is entirely at the birds' disposal. Your minister I don't ask his name, but I shall learn it by the bills of exchange would treat you as a grisette if he found you at your uncle's. Whereas at Vanda's ah! at Vanda's! you will have news to tell me. So, see this is all that is necessary.
The art of conversation isn't dead yet, whatever the perhaps you saw me being got out?" "No, I didn't." "But you do know?" "Naturally." "I say, I wish you'd let me have " He checked himself abruptly, and muttered: "Good God! What a brute I am." He sprang up and walked about the room. Presently he stopped in front of the statuette of the "Danseuse de Tunisie."
Among men he openly professed epicureanism, and gave himself the license of free talk. He had seen no harm in the devotion of his son-in-law, Camusot, to Mademoiselle Coralie, for he himself was secretly the Mecaenas of Mademoiselle Florentine, the first danseuse at the Gaiete. But this life and these opinions never appeared in his own home, nor in his external conduct before the world.
"Old skinflint!" said the danseuse, who was crying, "will you let your own nephew be dishonored, the son of the man to whom you owe your fortune? for his name is Oscar Husson. Save him, or Titine will deny you forever!" "But how did he come here?" asked Cardot. "Don't you see that the reason he forgot to go for those papers was because he was drunk and overslept himself.
Trixie Jambers Coogan, of Coogan and Jambers. She had once evoked wild applause at Tony Pastor's by her clog-dancing. There was another dancer there, an old grenadier of a woman who had been famous in her time as a premiere danseuse at the opera. Mrs. Bottger had spent a large part of her early life on one toe, but now she could hardly balance herself sitting down.
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