A Parisian Romance — page 211: what you’re looking at

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202 A PARISIAN ROMANCE. libations. “I join with all my soul in that toast, and I wish to proclaim also the charming lady the queen of hearts as she is the queen of flowers.” “Good! Good!” “IT wish to protest, however,” continued Vau- martin, with a silly grin, “against the mat—materi- alistic character of our friend’s toast. I personally am an idealist—I——” “Oh! pshaw!” cried Rosa, laughing. “Don’t let us have any discussions. Listen to that divine waltz. Can you resist it?” “Yes, yes, a waltz!” cried Laubanere, seizing Gillette about the waist, and whirling her out into the middle of the room. His example was quickly followed by Vaumartin with Mademoiselle Bertoldi, and Tirandel with Mademoiselle Lombard. “Come, baron! With me!” exclaimed Rosa, tak- ing him by the hand. . -. Round and round whirled the four couples to the inspiring strains of Strauss, the silk incased limbs and gauzy skirts of the ladies forming an odd con- trast to the black dress-suits of their partners. Suddenly the baron stopped, and releasing Rosa, staggered toward the table. His face was flushed a deep purple hue, his heavy lower lip hung pendu- lously down, and his breath came in short, quick gasps. Rosa threw herself down in her chair at the head Gomichooks.co