She is a little grisette, a little shop-girl, only hired to look pretty, standing there, while this fairy pantomime lasts.

You have seen her fifty times.' "Yes, he had seen her repeatedly.

He remembered it when his friend spoke, and he had never thought of her until now.

The new infatuation took possession of him, body and soul.

He made her acquaintance next morning, and found out she was, as his friend had said, a shop-girl.
What did he care; if she had been a rag-picker, it would have been all one to this young madman.