Poesie . aveva rovinato e scagliati da in un pet.una mezza dozzina di neckcloths bianco, e guardò per la nonceTwenty volte in vetro, se egli ha guardato in una volta.credo che egli divise, nel loro disegno su.Tre coppia di lavanda pallido guanti, uno per uno.e questo è il motivo per cui, senza dubbio, che finalmente.Quando ha raggiunto il Casinò, sebbene egli camminava rapido,ha sentito, come egli è entrato frettolosamente la porta.La chiesa-colpo di clock dodici. XXVII. L'ultimo valzer è stato appena oer. Il chaperons e ballerini erano tutti in emozionante. Una folla bloccato la porta : e un buzzand una mutter andava attorno per la stanza come un giovane uomo,il cui viso

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Poems . had spoiled, and flung by in a pet.Half a dozen white neckcloths, and looked for the nonceTwenty times in the glass, if he looked in it once.I believe that he split up, in drawing them on.Three pair of pale lavender gloves, one by one.And this is the reason, no doubt, that at last.When he reached the Casino, although he walked fast, He heard, as he hurriedly entered the door.The church-clock strike Twelve. XXVII. The last waltz was just oer. The chaperons and dancers were all in aflutter. A crowd blocked the door : and a buzzand a mutter Went about in the room as a young man, whose face Lord Alfred had seen ere he entered thatplace. But a few hours ago, through the per-fumed and warm Flowery porch, with a lady that leanedon his arm Like a queen in a fable of old fairy days. Left the ballroom. The hubbub of comment and praiseReached Lord Alfred as just then heentered. Ma foi ! Said a Frenchman beside him, . . That lucky LuvoisHas obtained all the gifts of the gods, . rank and wealth, . ? The last waltz was just oer. LUCILE. 29 And good looks, and then such inex-haustible health !He that hath shall have more ; and this truth, I surmise, I%the cause why, to-night, by the beauti-ful eyesOf ^a charm ante Lucile more distinguished than all.He so gayly goes off with the belle of the ball.Is it true, asked a lad}^, aggressively fat.Who, tierce as a female Leviathan, satBy another that looked like a needle, all steelAnd tenuitv, — Luvois will marry Lu-cile ?The needle seemed jerked by a virulent twitch.As though it were bent upon driving a stitchThrough somebodys character. Madam, replied, Interposing, a young man who sat by their side, And was languidly fanning his face with his hat, I am ready to bet my new Tilbury that.If Luvois has proposed, the Conitesse has refused.The fat and thin ladies were highly amused.Refused! . . what! a young Duke, not thirty, my dear.With at least half a million (wliat is it ?) a year!That may be, said the third ; yet I know some time sinc

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