In a winter city [electronic resource]: a sketch . ; not like hercousin; clear little Madame Mila was all goodnature, all kindliness, all heart. At the Fiera for the orphan children the weekbefore had not dear little Madame Mila slavedherself to death ; bustling about in the most be-witching costume; whirling like a little Japanesewind-mill; wearing the loveliest little muslinapron, with huge pockets, into which thousandsof francs were poured; turning the lottery-wheelindefatigably for three days, and selling cigarsshe had lighted, and lilies of the valley she hadkissed, at the most fabulous p
In a winter city [electronic resource]: a sketch . ; not like hercousin; clear little Madame Mila was all goodnature, all kindliness, all heart. At the Fiera for the orphan children the weekbefore had not dear little Madame Mila slavedherself to death ; bustling about in the most be-witching costume; whirling like a little Japanesewind-mill; wearing the loveliest little muslinapron, with huge pockets, into which thousandsof francs were poured; turning the lottery-wheelindefatigably for three days, and selling cigarsshe had lighted, and lilies of the valley she hadkissed, at the most fabulous prices for the goodof the poor? And had not Lady Hilda con-temptuously refused to have anything to do withthe Fiera at all? The almoner of the charities, indeed, hadreceived a fifty-thousand franc note then, how could anybody divine that theLady Hilda had sent it because a chance word ofDelia Roccas had sunk into her mind ? Whereaseverybody saw Madame Mila whirling, and sayingso prettily, Pour nos pauvres !—pour nos cherspauvres!. CHAPTER IX. The next morning they brought her a note; itsaid that he had inquired about the San Cipriano,but the matter had to be referred to some autho-rity absent in Rome, and there could be noanswer for a few days, perhaps weeks; the notewas signed with the assurance of the highest con-sideration of the humblest of her servants,—Paolo della Rocca. The note might hare been read from the house-top : she had had letters from him of a differentstrain; charming little brief letters, about aflower, about an opera-box, about a piece of pot-tery, always about some trifle, but making the IN A WINTER CITY. 249 trifle the medium of a delicately-veiled homage,and a softly-hinted tenderness. She tossed the note into the fire, and saw hisname burn in the clear flame of a pine branch :why could he not have called instead of writing ? She was restless all day, and nothing pleasedher :—not even M. de St. Louis, who did call andsat a long time,
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