The Red Lily

ultitude of passing umbrellas, like black turtles under the watery skies. She was thinkin

thought this would be right. She had not thought of it at first. And since then she had thought little of it, and really she was not going for the pleasure of making him grieve. She had against him a thought less piquant, and more harsh. She did not wish to see him soon. He had become to her almost a stranger. He seemed to her a man like others - better than most others - good-looking, estimable, and who did not displease her; but he did not preoccupy her. Suddenly he had gone out of her life. She could not remember how he had become mingled with it. The idea of belonging to him shocked her. The thought that they might meet again in the small apartment of the Rue Spon

t her at the cor

ive windows, in a small, neat apartment, Madame

r faithful to her. He it was who, the day after M. Marmet's funeral, had conveyed to the unfortunate widow the poisoned speech delivered by Schmoll.

the mahogany bookcase. There were not many books in it, but on one of the shelves was a skeleton in armor. It amazed one to see in this good lady's house that Etruscan warrior wearing a green bronze helmet and a cuirass. He slept among boxes of bonbons, vases of gilded porcelain, and carved images of the Virgin, picked up at Lucerne and on the Righi. Madame Marmet, in her widowhood, had sold the books which her husband had left. Of all the ancient obj

will not soon strike the earth. Suc

serious reason why the earth and huma

d sincerity that he hoped the catac

ids fell like rags over eyes still smiling; his cheeks hung in loose folds, and on

, that the end of the wo

of which overlook the Botanical Gardens? It seems to me it must be a joy to live in that garden, whi

with his house. It was small,

eal or symbolical, legions of pests that torment us. Yet she liked the Botanical Gardens; she had alw

e. He considered it his house. He would show

imitive men, and plaques of ivory on which were engraved pictures of animals, which were long ago extinct. She asked whet

tin, "then they are n

ot in their own showcases. It is true that Lagrange had made a scientific fortune in studying meteors. This had

Martin told Madame Marmet

esole, to visit Miss Bell,

searching eyes, was silent for a moment; th

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