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<DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>How he visited the regions of themoon, and a
thousand other little merriments. Send me your master, my lad, and be quick about
it!</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>It was scarcelynecessary to use the brush at all,
and the bow on the queue waskept clean of powder. Without doubt, said the captain,
but sit down.</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>I will serve you supper myself, monsieur, and my
poor wifestongue has been silent these two years. If the chef can do the
appointments justice, thoughtDon Luis, I am prepared to be convinced that
M.</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>Don Luis finished the rest of the peach brandy and
sat gazing intothe fire.</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>It is not often one makes such a friend after
forty.</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>Tellthat man of mine, said he to Pierre, and dont
allow him anythingbut table wine tonight. What a vast dome had beenconveyed
in-little by that curious, buttressed hood over theVirgins head!</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>He raised his handin a gesture of assent and let it
fall back to the stem of hisglass.</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>The footfalls camedown the hall and
ceased.</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>And the mayor-postmaster, began the little man
puffing out hischeeks. He thought ofDionysius on the arm of Apollo at first. In the
valley shone the brilliant windows of the château. Evidently what they had in hand
was nolight matter. Her father was a Greek or of a Greek strain at least, a
Greco-Florentine. I shall be leavingearly tomorrow for the springs. She is returning
to Italy and hopes to go back with us. In his eyes there was an expression of
greatcontent. Monsieur, said he bowinglike a mountain in pain, has never
arrived.</FONT></DIV>
<DIV><FONT face=Arial size=2>Bravo, my dear, said her husband, such a toilette
in so short atime is a marvel! </FONT></DIV></BODY></HTML>