The Opposite House: A Novel — page 263: what you’re looking at

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258 The Opposite House. Marie drew nearer. The heir of Raveneck was offering his box of fruits, and, with his mouth full, describing how one of his trained dogs had just gone lame in the left hind paw. “Aha, little cousin,’ he interrupted, ‘you must have seen my box in the distance; there is an apricot on top, just as sweet and rosy as yourself!’ And laughing loudly at his own gallantry, he prot!- fered the donbonuniere. “Adieu, Count Raveneck!” said the ambassador’s daughter, tossing her head, turning up her little nose, and abruptly greeting another partner who approached the young lady with a low bow. “Vou see she took offense because | made you a lover-like speech!” said Hasso, with great amuse- ment. ‘Ha! ha! little Bella thought she had me in her pocket.” A shade of displeasure clouded Marie’s brow. She declined the fruit, and said, hastily: “ Listen to me a moment, Count Hasso. I want to speak seriously.” “Very well. I suppose it’s about the duel. Ha, ha, ha! Let me have the fun of giving Herr Ger- rald an aristocratic bullet as a souvenir!” “Herr Gerrald has the reputation of being an ex- cellent shot,” whispered Marie, with a throbbing heart. “Perhaps it might be you,and not he, who would be the victim, Count Hasso; and then think of ComicbOoks.c©