Monsieur, Madame, and Bebe — Volume 01 by Gustave Droz
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page 61 of 105 (58%)
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"Willingly, aunt."
"Your vinegar is miraculous! what brightness it gives to the lips, and how white one's teeth look. It is true my teeth were always--" "Another of your bits of vanity." "It is done, then. Thank you." She smiled at me mincingly, for the vinegar stung her lips a little. With her moistened finger she took a patch which she placed with charming coquetry under her eye, and another which she placed near the corner of her mouth, and then, radiant and adorable, exclaimed: "Hide away your little color-pots; I hear your uncle coming for me. Clasp my bracelets for me. Midnight! O my poor horses!" At that moment my uncle entered in silk shorts and a domino. "I hope I do not intrude," said he, gayly, on seeing me. "What nonsense!" said my aunt, turning toward him. "Ernest is going to the Embassy, like ourselves, and I have offered him a seat in the carriage." At the aspect of my aunt, my uncle, dazzled, held out his gloved hand to her, saying, "You are enchanting this evening, my dear." Then, with a sly smile, "Your complexion has a fine brightness, and your eyes have a wonderful brilliancy." "Oh, it is the fire they have been making up--it is stifling here. But |
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