A Chair on the Boulevard by Leonard Merrick
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"After all, do you know--now one comes to think it over--I am not sure, upon my honour, that our arrangement is feasible?" "What?" exclaimed Beguinet, with a violent start. "Not feasible? How is that, pray? Because I have opened my heart to you, do you back out? Oh, what treachery! Never will I believe you could be capable of it!" "However, it is a fact. On consideration, I shall not rob you of her." "Base fellow! You take advantage of my confidence. A contract is a contract!" "No," stammered Tournicquot, "I shall be a man and live my love down. Monsieur, I have the honour to wish you 'Good-night.'" "He, stop!" cried Beguinet, infuriated. "What then is to become of _me_? Insolent poltroon--you have even destroyed my rope!" THE CONSPIRACY FOR CLAUDINE "Once," remarked Tricotrin, pitching his pen in the air, "there were four suitors for the Most Beautiful of her Sex. The first young man was a musician, and he shut himself in his garret to compose a divine melody, to be dedicated to her. The second lover was a chemist, who experimented day and night to discover a unique perfume that she alone might use. The third, who was a floriculturist, aspired constantly among his bulbs to create a silver rose, that should immortalise the |
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