. The charm of Paris : an anthology . ambled for macaroons at the roulette establishmentof the Pont de Sevres, picked bouquets at Puteaux,bought reed-pipes at Neuilly, ate apple-tarts every-where, and were perfectly happy. . All four grisettes were madly pretty. A good oldclassic poet, then famous, a good fellow who had anfil6onore, M. le Chevalier de Labouisse, as he strolledthat day beneath the chestnut-trees of Saint Cloud,saw them pass about ten oclock in the morning, andexclaimed, There is one too many of them, as hethought of the Graces. Favourite, Blanchevellesfriend, . . ran on in fron
. The charm of Paris : an anthology . ambled for macaroons at the roulette establishmentof the Pont de Sevres, picked bouquets at Puteaux,bought reed-pipes at Neuilly, ate apple-tarts every-where, and were perfectly happy. . All four grisettes were madly pretty. A good oldclassic poet, then famous, a good fellow who had anfil6onore, M. le Chevalier de Labouisse, as he strolledthat day beneath the chestnut-trees of Saint Cloud,saw them pass about ten oclock in the morning, andexclaimed, There is one too many of them, as hethought of the Graces. Favourite, Blanchevellesfriend, . . ran on in front under the great greenboughs, jumped the ditches, and presided over thismerry-making with the spirit of a young female and Dahlia, whom chance had made beautifulin such a way that they set each off when they weretogether, and completed each other, never left eachother, more from an instinct of coquetry than fromfriendship, and, clinging to each other, they assumedEnglish poses. ... As for Fantine, she was a joy to. TERRACES AT SAINT SOME PARISIAN PHASES 133 behold. Her splendid teeth had evidently received anoffice from God,—laughter. She preferred to carryher little hat of sewed straw, with its long whitestrings, in her hand rather than on her head. Herthick blonde hair, which was inclined to wave andwhich easily uncoiled, and which it was necessary tofasten up incessantly, seemed made for the flight ofGalatea under the wiUows. Her rosy hps babbledenchantingly. The corners of her mouth, voluptuouslyturned up, as in the antique masks of Erigone, had anair of encouraging the audacious; but her long,shadowy lashes drooped discreetly over the jollity ofthe lower part of the face as though to call a halt. . .Fantine was beautiful, without being too consciousof it. Those rare dreamers, mysterious priests of thebeautiful who silently confront everything with per-fection, would have caught a glimpse in this littleworking-woman, through the transparency of herPar
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