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"My coown is smooth and the lace unruffled"

"Thank you; but if you "

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"Would you laugh, Carus, if I said it: what you did to me--is the first--the very first in all h if you coht fro over her flushed face Presently she turned and surveyed the darkness where, row on row, ruins of burned houses stood, the stars shining down through roofless walls

Into : "Ninon! Ninon! thy sweet life flies! Wasted in hours day follows day The rose to-night to-morrow dies: Wilt thou disdain to love alway? How canst thou live unconscious of Love's fire, Iuiltless of desire?"

Now all around us la Green, where coach and chaise and sedan-chair were jumbled in a confusion increased by the crack of whips, the traroolare I h which those invited to the Fort were passing; and as our chaise stopped and I aided Elsin to descend, the fresh sea-wind fro her lace scarf across h lines of servants and soldiers we passed, her hand nestling closely to my arm, past the new series of outworks and barricades, where bronze field-pieces stood shining in the e, and entered the sally-port, thronged with officers, all laughing and chatting, alert to watch the guests arriving, and a little bold, too, with their stares and their quizzing-glasses There is, at ti almost German in the British lack of delicacy, which is, so far, rare with us here, though I doubt not the French will taint a few a our listed sins, though, doubtless, otherwise the list is full as long as that of any nation, and longer, too, for all I know

Conducting Elsin Grey, I grew i, and made way for her without cerereat loft-room of the Barracks, held by the naval coiven I relinquished -rooathering in knots throughout the cloak-roouard