. The woman gives : a story of regeneration. THE WOMAN GIVES 317 ing. I dont think its at all decent of you to talkFrench before me. There, there, ma petite aniie! said Mr. Cornelius,patting the pink cheeks. Dont scold! Monsieur Dan-gerfield was saying only what he could say of you — thatthe lady was very beautiful. Did you know her ? said Pansy, opening her eyes. I had the great privilege of seeing her act, saidDangerfield carefully, at which Mr. Cornelius sent him apleased glance. Pansy mollified, placed the odd hat upon the barons head, tilting it a little to one side, so as to give him ara
. The woman gives : a story of regeneration. THE WOMAN GIVES 317 ing. I dont think its at all decent of you to talkFrench before me. There, there, ma petite aniie! said Mr. Cornelius,patting the pink cheeks. Dont scold! Monsieur Dan-gerfield was saying only what he could say of you — thatthe lady was very beautiful. Did you know her ? said Pansy, opening her eyes. I had the great privilege of seeing her act, saidDangerfield carefully, at which Mr. Cornelius sent him apleased glance. Pansy mollified, placed the odd hat upon the barons head, tilting it a little to one side, so as to give him arakish look, and snuggled him into his overcoat, whichlikewise had a decided reminiscent note. Dangerfieldfelt a sudden pang in watching this affectionate solicitude— a feeling of an emptiness in his own life — of some-thing that had been and had been taken away. Thethought of Inga, of the close companionship, of thestrange, elusive girl, who had watched over him andfought his struggles, threw him into such a swift dejec-tion that Mr. C
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