The Bacillus of Beauty - A Romance of To-day by Harriet Stark
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"Marseillaise" from door to door, approached, holding out his hat.
"Merci, M'sieu', Madame," he said, carelessly pocketing a nickel; then, as he fairly caught sight of the face that Helen of old might have envied, he started back in amazement, slowly whispering:-- "Pardon! Mon dieu! Une Ange!" We left him muttering and staring after us. "I'll really have to get a thicker veil," said Helen hastily; "stuffy thing! I like to breathe and see. At first it was--oh, delightful to be looked at like that--or almost delightful; for if no had one noticed, how was I to be sure that--that New York was agreeing vit' me? But now they begin to----" "Then New York hasn't always agreed vit' you? Aren't you going to tell me----" "Oh, I've been well," she interrupted, "ever since I came. But here's Kitty. Any adventures, Goldilocks?" "A minute ago a tandem cuffed my back wheel," said Miss Reid, coming up. "My heart jumped into my mouth and--and I'm nibbling little scallops out of it right now." And then we trooped upstairs together. |
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