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Cooke, John Esten, 1830-1886 [1854], Leather stocking and silk, or, Hunter John Myers and his times: a story of the valley of Virginia. (Harper and Brothers, New York) [word count] [eaf515T]. To look up a word in a dictionary, select the word with your mouse and press 'd' on your keyboard.
Monsieur Pantoufle had recovered a portion of his habitual “Well, Monsieur Pantoufle,” said the young man, “I “Never! but sell it to you.” “To me.” “You want it?” “Yes. Do you object to my having the coat?” “Oh, not so my young friend. 'Tis a grand favor to “I know what that means. It means, `I thank you.' “Ah! Monsieur Max, you flatter me.” “Oh, no, Monsieur Pantoufle.” “Ah, yes—” said the Frenchman, shrugging his shoulders;
“Not half as polite as you, Monsieur.” “You do me honor,” said Monsieur Pantoufle, bowing. “Oh, I'm but a boy: you are a great traveler,” replied “We shall be friends, Monsieur Max,” said the delighted “Oh, I already dance tolerably well—the minuet I like “All the other dance is nothing.” “That is royal, is it not?” “His grand majesty Louis XIV. dance nothing else “Indeed!” “'Tis true.” “Well, I can dance the minuet, and I often go to the “You dance minuet there?” “Oh yes—with Miss —, but you don't know her, “Who? ah, your amie, Monsieur Max!” “No, no, but Monsieur Pantoufle, I have just thought “Yes, yes, and I think the most charming, the most “Thank you, Monsieur. Well my scheme was to introduce “Introduce me into the convent?” asked Monsieur “Oh, it is not strictly a convent, far from it. We call
Monsieur Pantoufle's face beamed with delight. “There are forty or fifty,” continued Max; “now say “Will that many dance, think you?” “At least—oh, at least thirty. Well, thirty at—how “Twenty dollar a whole year.” “Thirty at twenty dollars would be—would it not, Monsieur Pantoufle stretched out his arms, and embraced “'Tis magnificent!” he cried. “Six hundred dollars is a nice sum, Monsieur Pantoufle. The Frenchman skipped to the toilet table and brought “Oh, what nice perfume there is in it!” cried Max, “'Tis my Paris receipt, Monsieur Max.” “Oh, how nice. How pleasant it must feel on the head.” “Magnificent!” “I should like so much to have my head powdered for “Take—take, my young friend.” “No, I would never know how to put it on.” “Rub—rub—'tis all.” “I couldn't. Now if some of my friends were only here “I will myself, Monsieur Max. I am ver good friend
“O, I couldn't think of it, Monsieur Pantoufle!” cried “'Tis nothing—sit down.” “Never, never, Monsieur Pantoufle!” “'Tis no trouble.” “A man of your standing, think, Monsicur Pantoufle!” “For a friend, Monsieur Max!” Max sat down with a laugh. “Well, how can I thank you sufficiently! Just a little, The Frenchman went through the operation of powdering Max rose from the operation with a delicious feeling He looked in the large mirror; a snow storm seemed to “O,” cried Max, putting on his hat, “how sweet it “'Tis nothing—'tis nothing,” said Monsieur Pantoufle, “And now good morning, Monsieur Pantoufle, I must “And so I will,” said Max to himself, as he went out,
Cooke, John Esten, 1830-1886 [1854], Leather stocking and silk, or, Hunter John Myers and his times: a story of the valley of Virginia. (Harper and Brothers, New York) [word count] [eaf515T]. |