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The Idol of Paris

Chapter 10 No.10

Word Count: 1066    |    Released on: 06/12/2017

he success. The King, knowing that the Queen had already favoured this delightful child, would not be outdone in generos

sdained. She put the ring immediately on her first finger, since it was a little loose for the ring finger, and looked at herself in the glass, arranging a lock of hair with the ringed hand, raising an eyebrow and laughing delightedly to see the effect produced by the ring. C

ounced that the gentlemen were waiting. She q

his arm to the old Mademoiselle, and Esperance, free of the contac

net-Sully opposite, at the right of the Princess. None of the guests could help noticing the Count's agitation. The Military Aide, representing King Leopold, Baron von Berger, was an old friend of the Styvens's famil

ung man, "I burn like a devil, and at

rt these ladies, and to-morro

ross her nose, reading the papers. Her kind face was beaming. She was cutting out and putting a

d raising herself in bed, flun

ou are, and ho

her reward for all the little sac

tastic and suggestive. After having read two or three of the articles, Esperance pushed them all aside. She took the name of all the critics, and wrote them little notes of thanks, while Mll

saying, "if it is worth whil

emand a correctio

ne of those ambiguous phrases which

nce's voice cut sho

alking about?"

rice, "that is, only stupid th

ousin, but you have not forgotten your promise

l go to the Museum in

d the do

l there, Jean

r service,"

you. I just want to know what co

ir of Maurice's," sta

, than

picture, and the necessity for them, the tact a painter must use in managing his light, the difficulty of foreshortening. He told her the well-known anecdote of Delacroix replying to the professor who objected that he had put a full face eye in a profile, "But, my dear maste

y so bravely into the whirlpool where things are generally turbulent, and most brutal in the brutal side of Parisian life. The admiration of his twenty years, for Esperance's alluring beauty, was purified into a friendship which he felt growing deeper and stronger. As to Jean Perlie

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