A Parisian Romance — page 68: what you’re looking at

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A PARISIAN ROMANCE 59 - The baron’s little eyes half closed, with a sly look, as he nodded assent. “More or less, more or less, my boy, but this one positively drives me wild.” “And Rosa Guerin?” murmured Tirandel, lazily. “Oh! Rosa Guerin is quite another sort.” “And the—the—what you may call it—of the— the circus?” “You are losing your memory, Tirandel,” retorted Chevrial. “The—what you may call it of the circus is another sort still. All species of women have their charm. By the way,” he added, with a faint click of the tongue, and a sort of smacking of the lips, “did you notice the little maid-servant in the dressing-room, the one that took charge of the wraps?” “Oh!” said Tirandel, with a slight, a very slight upraising of the eyebrows, “the maid-servant now!” “Hxactly!” laughed Vaumartin. “Very pretty, very pretty, upon my word,” pur- sued Chevrial, taking no notice of his companions’ remarks. “A figure by Watteau! But to return to her mistress; she is really asuperb bit of female flesh, highly superior, a mixture of delicacy and strength, health without coarseness. She will probably become intimate with my wife. I am delighted at the idea—yes, delighted,” he added, with a nod of the head and a slow smile. 3 Vaumartin grinned, and Tirandel really deigned to open his eyes wide. (©) im Gomichbooks