Monsieur Beaucaire by Booth Tarkington
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"Mademoiselle-I have the honor to ask you: if you had known this
Beaucaire was hones', though of peasant birth, would you--" Involuntarily, controlled as her icy presence was, she shuddered. There was a moment of silence. "Mr. Molyneux," said Lady Mary, "in spite of your discourtesy in allowing a servant to address me, I offer you a last chance to leave this room undisgraced. Will you give me your arm?" "Pardon me, madam," said Mr. Molyneux. Beaucaire dropped into a chair with his head bent low and his arm outstretched on the table; his eyes filled slowly in spite of himself, and two tears rolled down the young man's cheeks. "An' live men are jus'--names!" said M. Beaucaire. Chapter Six In the outer room, Winterset, unable to find Lady Mary, and supposing her to have joined Lady Rellerton, disposed of his negus, then approached the two visitors to pay his respects to the young prince, whom he discovered to be a stripling of seventeen, arrogant looking, but pretty as a girl. Standing beside the Marquis de Mirepoix--a man of quiet bearing--he was surrounded by a group of the great, among whom Mr. Nash naturally counted himself. The Beau was felicitating himself that |
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