The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 08, No. 47, September, 1861 by Various
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_déjeuner_.
I hastened to disarm such a suspicion by a half-articulate sigh. No one, however crass, could have failed to be touched by this token of a grief so bitter as to refuse luxurious nutriment. As I sighed, I glanced with tender meaning at the young lady. Her feminine heart, I hoped, would interpret and pity me. I fancied, that, at my look, her cheeks, though swarthy, blushed. She was certainly interested, and somewhat confused, and paused a moment in her mastication. Ham was the viand she was engaged upon, and she (playfully, I have no doubt) ate with her knife. I have remarked the same occasional superiority to what might be called Fourchettism and its prejudices in others of established position in society. I lavished a little languid and not too condescending civility upon the party by passing them, when Michel was absent, the salt, the butter, the bread, and other commonplace condiments. Presently I withdrew, that my absence might make me desired. Before I did so, however, I took pains, by the exhibition of the "New York Herald" in my hands, to show that my political sentiments were unexceptionable. I lost no time in consulting the books of the hotel for the names and homes of the strangers. I read as follows:-- _Sachary Mellasys and Lady, } Bayou La Miss Saccharissa Mellasys, } Farouche, |
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