Thrice Lost, Thrice Won — page 236: what you’re looking at

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ie is His Oat eee. ios am oe } ~ She eke him, played him dreamy sonatas from Mozart, re - talked to him. of prs of his art, of his success, of her good e ing all his own. _ He was beside her—dizzy with his undreamed-of bliss— - go on forever. There were others present quite as much astonished by the ~~ mustache in densest perplexity. i ~ What did his Sphinx of a daughter mean by hovoreiae _ human all at once, after being a marble statue for so many years? Had the Prince come to, arouse the Sleeping Beauty, when he had given the prince over as a hopeless myth? And _ was this black-browed, stern-looking, gloomy young man, who talked little and smiled less, the magician that was to change his beautiful Estelle from marble to flesh? “Sacre bleu!” the old Napoleonist thought, knitting his _ silvery brows. “It passes one’s comprehension! I never saw her half so gracious before, with the best men ot the empire at her feet. That mythical husband in the background, of whom she told me ten years ago—does this man remind her of ‘him? or is 1t mon mari himself? Ah, bah! who can compre- _hend a woman ?” =) | | Be: . _ And Leonie? But Leonie was not one to yield without a a struggle. Like all the De Montreuils, she was ready to fight until the last sasp. At first her black eyes had flashed ee ees ee 5 Tee ini i oa ta _ wishing the golden hours of this enchanted evening could _ artist’s success as the artist himself—Count De Montreuil © _ among them. He looked in wonder, and pulled his long white P riazed and indignant fire. What did Estelle De Montreuil. EP mean by taking possession of her property ? a _ Then she sat still and waited, her cheeks still flushed and eyes. still flashing, and lips ominously. compressed. And under her very nose the flirtation still went on. 4 _ Then she arose, great with the occasion, and marched reso-. - Jutely to the rescue, bent on reclaiming her slave, or dying “4 a the struggle. But she failed—signally failed. The plainest kitchen- more effectually. Mlle. De Montreuil was determined on ~ keeping her captive, and, alas for Leonie! that captive was $s, GS too willing. She struggled bravely to the last, but to the r ~ dast 3 in vain. His parting word, his parting glance, his last cr hand-clasp—all, all were for Estelle! He hardly knew she : was in the-room. . ow fight to Sarr Soyabean ig ene, = Waldron polemals said = wench in the area regions could hardly have been ignored — JOOKS (e(0)