Maga Stories

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G.P. Putnam & Son, 1867 - 325 pages
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Page 122 - Stampede' is danced in this way: The ladies range themselves on one side of the room, and the gentlemen on the other. Then one of the gentlemen neighs, and if a lady 'whinnies' in answer, they both step forward, and become partners for the dance. If the gentleman is very homely, and, after neighing three times, no lady should answer, he steps out of the 'ring,' and hopes for better luck next time.
Page 290 - ... hard, that wet him through, and reminded him of his twinges of rheumatism. Fortunately, he was but a few steps from the gateway of the chateau, when the shower commenced. He had come therefore to take shelter with his goddaughter, having dismissed his suite, and only keeping with him a magnificent pointer, whose genealogy was fully established by the...
Page 293 - Well, are you willing that I should take part in your game?" " You, sire ! Ah, what a joke that would be !" "I am very clumsy, marchioness. To a certainty, in less than three minutes Beaugency and Menneval will be rolling on the floor." •'Ah !" exclaimed the lady : " and if you have any preference for one or the other ?" " No ; we'll do better. Look, I take the two oranges — you mark them carefully ; or, better still, you stick into one of them one of these toilet-pins, making up your own mind...
Page 53 - Excuse the long word. I will plead the privilege of my pedagogy for that, though. But as to your discoveries; I see that things which I certainly never told to anybody, are known outside of my own mind. The more I think of it, the less I like it.
Page 300 - ... harp, sounding at eve from the light bark shooting over the blue waters of the Loire — all things, in short, that harmonize with that melodious concert of the heart, which passes by the name of love. He was timid, but he passionately loved the beautiful widow ; and his dearest dream was of passing his whole life at her feet, in well-chosen retirement, far from those envious lookers-on who are ever ready to fling their sarcasms on quiet happiness, and who dissemble their envy under cloak of...
Page 136 - And who was old Tolliwotte, and what business has his ghost here?" inquired Barnard, when our fair patient was in a condition approaching convalescence. " Colonel Tolliwotte "—responded my uncle, in the precise and measured tone of a man who has a story to tell — and who knows it — "Colonel Tolliwotte was the ancestor of Captain Simon Tolliwotte, who owns the farm just over the river. He is described by one of his contemporaries as ' a man who did picke out a way to thrive in grace, and had...
Page 298 - Marchioness, whose hand he covered with kisses. She listened to him, with a smile on her lips, and then abruptly said to him : " Rise, sir, and hear me in turn. Are you in truth sincerely attached to me?" "With my whole soul, Marchioness!" "Are you prepared to make every sacrifice?" "Every one, Madam." " That is fortunate indeed ; for to be prepared for all, is to accomplish one, without the slightest difficulty ; and it is but a single one that I require.
Page 288 - THE Marchioness was at her toilet. Florine and Aspasia, her two ladies'-maids, were busy powdering, as it were with hoar-frost, the bewitching widow. She was a widow, this Marchioness ; a widow of twentythree ; and wealthy, as very few persons were any longer at the court of Louis XV., her godfather. Three-and-twenty years earlier, his Majesty had held her at the baptismal font of the chapel at Marly, and had settled upon her an income of a hundred thousand livres, by way of proving to her father,...
Page 291 - A trumpery gift, it seems to me, marchioness." " I hold it, on the contrary, to be an important one ; since I repeat to your majesty, that these oranges decide my fate." " I give it up," said the king. " Imagine, sire ; yesterday I found the countess occupied in tossing her oranges up and down, in this way." And the marchioness recommenced her game with a skill that cannot be described.
Page 278 - I wished his expectations might be realized, and, shaking his hand, I gave him my card, and begged he would send to me, if he should need any further assistance.

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