Short stories of the tragedy and comedy of life with a critical preface . nd their waistcoats unbuttoned,and half drunk, told coarse stories and swore liketroopers. But as the coffee and the liqueurs wereserved in the smoking-room she took leave of herguests in an impatient voice, and went to her ownroom with the hasty step of an escaped prisoner, whois afraid of being retaken. The electors sat staring after her with gapingmouths, and Mouredus lit a cigar, and said: *Just listen to me, Monsieur Rulhiere; it was verykind of you to invite us here, to your little quietestablishment, but to speak
Short stories of the tragedy and comedy of life with a critical preface . nd their waistcoats unbuttoned,and half drunk, told coarse stories and swore liketroopers. But as the coffee and the liqueurs wereserved in the smoking-room she took leave of herguests in an impatient voice, and went to her ownroom with the hasty step of an escaped prisoner, whois afraid of being retaken. The electors sat staring after her with gapingmouths, and Mouredus lit a cigar, and said: *Just listen to me, Monsieur Rulhiere; it was verykind of you to invite us here, to your little quietestablishment, but to speak to you frankly, I shouldnot in your place wrong my lawful wife for such astuck-up piece of goods as this one is. The captain is quite right, Roquetton the notaryopined; **Madame Rulhiere, the lawful Madame Rul-hiere, is much more amiable and altogether are a scoundrel to deceive her: but when maywe hope to see her? And with a paternal grimace, he added: But do not be uneasy, we will all hold ourtongues; it would be too sad if she were to find itout. A REPULSE. WAS journeying to Turin, via Nice I took the steamer for Bas-tia and when we were fairly out atsea, I observed a young woman withJf a modest and gentle air, sitting on thedeck watching the passengers, as I s:)id to myself, Ah, here is a di-version. I sat down opposite her and began tostudy her, endeavoring, as one will undersuch circumstances, to determine her age, herCJl^^^ position, and in short, who she was. 1 notedY^ ^^^ various points of her face and figure, the turnif * of her ankle, the swell of her bust, the cut ofher dress, the shape of her hand, which reveals thedelicacy of the arm, and the fashioning of her ear, athing which indicates origin far more accurately thanany certificate of birth, which is always open toquestion. 1 endeavored to catch the tones of her voice, thebetter to gain an insight into her nature and the in-clinations of her heart. The tones of the voice andthe little
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