. The woman gives : a story of regeneration. withiron clasps, was mostly reminiscent of the First Empirewhich was the barons hobby, for the walls were cov-ered with engravings of the great Conqueror. Betweenthe windows was the full-length portrait of an actressof the last generation — a striking figure in the costumeof Adrienne Lecouvreur, slender and towering, a mag-netic brow, ethereal eyes, and, below, the smile of apagan. Dangerfield stood before the portrait in long and pro-found study. Mr. Cornelius, turning from a searchthrough the confusion of his wardrobe for the newestpair of gloves,
. The woman gives : a story of regeneration. withiron clasps, was mostly reminiscent of the First Empirewhich was the barons hobby, for the walls were cov-ered with engravings of the great Conqueror. Betweenthe windows was the full-length portrait of an actressof the last generation — a striking figure in the costumeof Adrienne Lecouvreur, slender and towering, a mag-netic brow, ethereal eyes, and, below, the smile of apagan. Dangerfield stood before the portrait in long and pro-found study. Mr. Cornelius, turning from a searchthrough the confusion of his wardrobe for the newestpair of gloves, looked up and saw the reverie into whichhis friend had fallen. Elle etait bien belle/ said Dangerfield, catching hiseye. Nest ce pas? The aristocratic little figure drewup in a sort of military attention. He glanced at thewoman in the frame and then at the room in which theystood. It was worth it, he said smiling, with thatloyalty unto sentiment that never dies in the soul of aFrenchman. What are you two talking about? said Pansy, pout-.
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