She had not even endorsed it. Sometimes—a lonely forlorn child—she had gone to him and put her arms around his neck. When you've seized him, cough thrice thus,—and two rough-looking gentlemen will make their appearance. Were I a painter of subject pictures, I would exhaust all my skill in proportion and perspective and atmosphere upon the august seat of empire, I would present it gray and dignified and immense and respectable beyond any mere verbal description, and then, in vivid black and very small, I would put in those valiantly impertinent vans, squatting at the base of its altitudes and pouring out a swift, straggling rush of ominous little black objects, minute figures of determined women at war with the universe. I should feel that I had been obliged to find some one else to fight my battles for me. There was a concerted gasp of shock from both the black-garbed lad and the coachman. "I'll pledge you in that toast with all my heart. ‘Parbleu,’ came indignantly from the lady. He gave you a poison. You must let me do whatever I can for you. “My dear girl,” he said, in a tone of patient reasonableness, “you are a mere child.
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