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Updated: June 8, 2025
"The fact is, that the Bacchanal had cheek enough, in all conscience." "Not to speak of her fascinating the bobbies!" "And magnetizing the beaks." "They may get as angry as they please; she always finishes by making them laugh." "And they all call her: Queen!" "What a quadrille! Sleepinbuff and the Bacchanal Queen, having opposite to them Rose-Pompon and Ninny Moulin!"
However, to cut matters short, it is clear that I detest you, and that you deserve it," added Rose-Pompon, stamping her foot.
Reduced by despair to make almost any attempt, and fascinated, in spite of himself, by the diabolical hints of Faringhea, Djalma looked for a second full at Mdlle. de Cardoville; then, with a trembling hand he took the bouquet from Rose-Pompon, and, again looking at Adrienne, pressed it to his lips.
The sprightly, pretty face of Rose-Pompon, always charming, in spite of her singularly staring dress, in style so ridiculous for such a theatre, and her light and familiar manner towards the handsome Indian who accompanied her, increased and animated the general surprise; for, at this moment, Rose-Pompon, yielding without reserve to a movement of teasing coquetry, had held up, as we have already stated, her large bunch of roses to Djalma.
Then she added, with surprise, as she looked at the outside coat of Ninny Moulin, "Goodness gracious! what full pockets you have got! What is there in them?" "Something that concerns you, Rose-Pompon," said Dumoulin, gravely. "Me?" "Rose-Pompon!" said Ninny Moulin, suddenly, with a majestic air; "will you have a carriage?
"I know you are obliging and kind, miss," said Mother Bunch: for she had heard from her sister that Rose-Pompon, like so many of her class, had a warm and generous heart. "After all," resumed the grisette, wiping with the back of her hand the tip of her little nose, down which a tear was trickling, "you may tell me that you did not know where I had taken up my quarters.
Notwithstanding his surprise and uneasiness, Rodin did not frown. He began by locking his door after him, as he noticed the young girl's inquisitive glance. Then he said to her good-naturedly, "Who do you want, my dear?" "M. Rodin," repeated Rose-Pompon, stoutly, opening her bright blue eyes to their full extent, and looking Rodin full in the face.
"Poor Mother Arsene, what a hard life," said Rose-Pompon with interest. "In the winter, when it froze, it was hard enough. I and my brother were obliged to be rough-shod, for fear of slipping." "What a trade for a woman! It breaks one's heart. And they forbid people to harness dogs!" added Rose-Pompon, sententiously. "Why, 'tis true," resumed Mother Arsene.
What do you think he answers, in his mild voice, and as cold as a piece of marble? Why, 'Poor child poor child poor child!" added Rose-Pompon, with indignation; "neither more nor less than if I had come to complain to him of the toothache. But the worst of it is that I am sure, if he were not in love elsewhere, he would be all fire and gunpowder. Only now he is so sad, so dejected!"
Reduced by despair to make almost any attempt, and fascinated, in spite of himself, by the diabolical hints of Faringhea, Djalma looked for a second full at Mdlle. de Cardoville; then, with a trembling hand he took the bouquet from Rose-Pompon, and, again looking at Adrienne, pressed it to his lips.
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