Richard Forrest, Bachelor — page 153: what you’re looking at

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144 A GOLDEN FUTURE PREDICTED. and indignant. But he wisely pocketed his chagrin and went to teaching music to young ladies, and in this he was successful. Parents were not afraid to trust their daugh- ters to his care, for he was not attractive, and his methods were of the best, although his voice, once the pride and de- light of Milan, was now uncertain and at times positively husky. In appearance, Signor Fabbricotti was short and gaunt, with a hatchet face, a mustache waxed until its points re- sembled needles, and a pair of deep-set, restless, black eyes. He walked with a vain strut, resembling that of a bantam rooster. ‘“Yes,’’ he continued, ‘‘Bouchon will be there at five o’clock, and [am to meet him. He wishes you to sign to- day.”’ Miss Delmar’s eyes danced, but her voice expressed none of the gratification she experienced as she asked, lan- guidly: ‘To-day, you say? And the terms??’’ “The amount agreed upon—two hundred francs per week. ”’ ‘The amount agreed upon?’’ she retorted. ‘‘By whom, may I ask?’’ ‘‘By Mademoiselle and Monsieur Bouchon, to be sure. ”’ She stood still and stared at him for a moment, and then burst into a loud laugh. ae, ‘‘Why, you’re completely out of your senses! I never agreed to anything of the sort. Two hundred francs, in- deed! it would scarcely keep me in boots and gloves! Pas du tout, my friend, I have no intention of making myself so cheap—not if Istarvein the meantime. I know well Gomichbooks-. com