And she has taken herself away; even in her letter--I had a line too--she was as remote as a star! I hope," continued Nadie, with innocent candor, as she swung her little feet on the corner of Kendal's table, "that you do not love her too.
I say prayers to _le bon Dieu_, about it.

I burn candles." "And why ?" Kendal asked, with a vigorous twist of his palette knife.
"Because you are such a beast," she responded calmly, watching his work with her round cleft chin in the shell of her hand.

"That's not bad, you know.

That nearest girl sitting on the grass is almost felt.

But if you show it to the English they will be so shocked that they will use lorgnettes to hide their confusion.