marguerite

Marguerite's delightful eyes seemed to be searching among her memories, but she did not remember, or appeared not to remember.

It was you I came to see, because you've always been extremely nice to me, and I knew you before I met Marguerite.

At this, one of the men reached out his hand, began unstitching the shroud and, seizing it by one end suddenly uncovered Marguerite's face.

But those who had loved Marguerite were beyond counting, and those whom she had loved had not yet begun to be counted.

I knew Marguerite. Meeting me so unexpectedly must have thrown her into a state of great confusion.

And Eddie found a certain love with Marguerite, a grateful love, a deep but quiet love, one that he knew, above all else, was irreplaceable.

his family are always on at him about his affection for Marguerite: that makes two reasons why he'll not leave her a penny.

a week later , marguerite had taken possession of the house in the country and i was installed at the point du jour.

And, slipping out of Gaston's grasp, Marguerite sat him on her right, me on her left, and then said to Nanine.

Marguerite's history is an exception, I say again. Had it been a commonplace, it would not have been worth writing down.

The fact was that the young Duchess was in the tertiary stage of consumption and, only days after Marguerite's arrival, she succumbed.

'What's wrong with you this evening? ' said Marguerite, rising and coming into the dark back of the box where she kissed me on the forehead.

However, I would catch Marguerite looking sad, and sometimes there were tears in her eyes.

However, it was difficult for me to broach the subject which had brought her. Most likely Marguerite understood this, for she went on.

'Enough of this nonsense, ' I told Prudence. 'How much exactly does Marguerite need? '

But I did not go home. I could not leave the street and did not take my eyes off Marguerite's house for a moment.

Prudence came down to see us a few days after this and confirmed what Marguerite had told me.

Marguerite, extremely pale and with her mouth half open, was trying to catch her breath.

The news was the simplest thing imaginable, and yet, as we took it in, Marguerite and I exchanged looks.

Who would ever have told me that I, Marguerite Gautier, would be made to suffer such torment by the simple prospect of having a new lover?

An hour later, I was holding Marguerite in my arms, and if she had asked me to commit a crime for her, I would have obeyed.

Half an hour later, Marguerite, pale as death, put on her fur-lined cape and left the ball.

How strange was the night that followed! The whole of Marguerite's life seemed to be concentrated in the kisses she lavished on me.

Marguerite seemed to be thinking, for she did not reply. My heart beat violently as I waited for her answer.

'If Marguerite really wants to see me, she knows where I live. She can come here. But I shall never set foot in the rued'Antin. '

"Jesus! " said Marguerite, "what is the matter with you, Fantine? "

Marguerite came with us for a few steps, then she called Gaston and went with him into the dining-room to see if supper was ready.

'Quite right, ' I answered, still deeply moved by Marguerite's last words, and with my eyes fixed ardently on her.

'I've been calling you for ten minutes, 'said Marguerite from her window in a tone that verged on the peremptory.

'Ah! ' she said anxiously, 'is Marguerite with you? '

When I entered her apartment, Marguerite ran towards me, threw her arms around my neck and kissed me with all her might.

I also think she was jealous of the fact that Marguerite had so much more courage than herself and someone truly loved her.

I myself believe quite simply that I was destined to fall in love with Marguerite, and that this was a presentiment.

And yet something had been going on since the previous evening which was all the more worrying because Marguerite was hiding it from me.

'You're quite right, ' I said, letting my head fall on to Marguerite's knees, 'but I do love you, to distraction. '

i could make nothing of these fits of distress which continues until morning . then marguerite lapsed into a sort of torpor.

'Forgive my curiosity, ' I said next, 'but it was you, then, who gave it to Marguerite Gautier? '

I read and reread my letter ten times over, and the thought of the pain it would cause Marguerite calmed me a little.

We made our way slowly in the direction of Marguerite's grave. The superintendent led the way, Armand and I following a few paces behind.

'Ah well, I'm very pleased to see that Marguerite isn't pining for me, ' I went on, with a forced smile.

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And Marguerite stirred, as though she were about to get up. I held her back a moment, saying.

Marguerite campaigned for a higher allowance until her parents agreed to give her an extra 100 dollars a week.

'Because Marguerite, the woman you've slandered and want me to give up, has sacrificed everything she owns to live with me. '

The tears dimmed my voice. The only answer I could give was to clasp Marguerite to my heart.

Towards the end of supper, Marguerite was taken with a fit of coughing much stronger than any she had had while I had been there.

'How lovely! ' said Marguerite, skipping like a child, 'we are going to have supper. How boring that idiotic Count is! '

Marguerite was present at all first nights and spent each evening in the theatre or at the ball.

I flung myself into his arms without a word, gave him Marguerite's letter and, sliding to the floor at his bedside, wept long, bitter tears.

Marguerite, alone at Bagneres with her maid, and in any case having nothing to lose by compromising herself, granted the Duke what he asked.

'GOOD evening, my dear Gaston, ' Marguerite said to my companion, ' I'm so glad to see you. Why didn't you come to my box at the Varietes? '

As she asked, I took Marguerite's hand. It was hot, and the poor woman was shivering beneath her velvet cloak.

I took Marguerite's head in both my two hands, her loosened hair cascading on to her shoulders, and I gave her one last kiss, saying.

'Yes, ' I told him, wondering who could be calling so late, and not daring to hope it was Marguerite.

There was no light in any of Marguerite's windows. Even so, I rang.

He was pre-deceased by his wife of 62 years, Marguerite, in 2004.

Marguerite had a marvelous portrait of herself, by Vidal, the only man whose pencil could do her justice.

'Until tonight, ' I said to Marguerite as I said goodbye.

"Come and walk along with me, Marguerite. " I couldn't have refused even if I wanted to. She pronounced my name so nicely.

I was on the point of leaving when Prudence said: 'Ah! there's the Duke just coming into Marguerite's box. '

This was brought home to me even more forcibly by certain glances which Marguerite cast towards Olympe as I was speaking to her.

And so, from time to time, I was driven to reread Marguerite's letter, to convince myself that I had not been dreaming.

One day, Marguerite remained in her room. I entered. She was writing.

All the boxes filled up, but Marguerite did not appear.

I could not answer. My eyes brimmed over with tears of gratitude and love, and I threw myself into Marguerite's arms.

About one born in Paris, France, the beautiful girl was lured to become a courtesan Marguerite, known as La Traviata.

'Hello, you here? ' she said. 'Where's Marguerite? '

Marguerite turned out to be a poor country girl, came to Paris began after MaiXiao career.

When the third interval began, she turned round and spoke briefly; the Count left the box, and Marguerite signalled me to come and see her.

Marguerite found all the ones we saw too expensive, and I thought them too ordinary.

'No, but he's an old man, and I'm sure Marguerite isn't his mistress.

Not in the least. Marguerite was with me. When she heard you being announced, she ran away. That was her just leaving.

I found Marguerite not waiting for me, as on the previous evening, but sitting by the fire which the season already required.

But I had left Marguerite feeling ill, said so, and asked his leave to go and join her soon, promising to return the following day.

'I'm dining in town, ' Prudence replied, 'and I can't see Marguerite this evening. But I will tomorrow. '

There was a first night at the Palais-Royal. Marguerite would obviously be there.

'That's Count de G who was madly in love with Marguerite. He's the one who made her name. Do you know him? '

I do not know if you have ever experienced in your life, or ever will, what I went through as I looked at Marguerite.

Marguerite was waiting for me at the garden gate.

But the night wore on and still Marguerite did not come.

Marguerite, seated at the piano, was letting her fingers run over the keys, starting more pieces than she finished.

So Marguerite was really a whore like the rest of them.

And lastly, Prudence was a blood-sucking leech who used Marguerite almost worse than the men.

In the name of your love and your repentance, Marguerite, give me my daughter's happiness.

I have seen Marguerite many times in the theatre. I never once saw her pay the slightest attention to what was happening on stage.

A half an hour later, in the distance, coming from the Rond-Point down to the Place de la Concorde, I saw Marguerite's carriage approaching.

'Listen, Marguerite, I'm not going to make any bones about what I want to say to you. Tell me, do you love me a little? '

Marguerite wanted to sell everything, but it was too late and, besides, I should have been against it.

'Oh, Prudence, can you guess what he wants me to do? ' said Marguerite.

'Come back as soon as you can, ' murmured Marguerite as she kissed me. 'I'll be waiting by the window. '

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Finally, Marguerite stopped going either to the ball or the theatre for fear of meeting Olympe and me.

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She sometimes said to her neighbor, Marguerite, "Just feel how hot my hands are! "

A quarter of an hour later, I was back in my rooms and writing to Marguerite.

After all, the presence of Monsier de G in Marguerite's box was the most uncomplicated thing.

If Marguerite was going to give me an answer, she would have done so long before.

about eleven o clock , marguerite woke and , seeing that i was up and about , looked around her and exclaimed.

I swear to you, father, Marguerite knew nothing of this deed of gift.

The French call this flower "Marguerite, " and they say that the little daisy can prophesy.

At the appointed time, Marguerite was back and she came to meet me at Madame Duvernoy's.

Tell yourself that Marguerite's married, and then deceive her husband. That's all there's to it.

Marguerite Chrysanthemum steaming fresh from the dry perennial herb made, along with the equally famous Longjing tea.

He simply kissed the hand which Marguerite rather nonchalantly held out to him and, after taking his leave of us, went out.

I kissed Marguerite until she had no breath left.

Marguerite halted on the threshold, petrified at this tremendous wastefulness , and exclaimed.

'Do you imagine I think it's funny waiting around like this for Monsieur de G to come out of Marguerite's? '

Listen, Marguerite, let me rent the house myself.

Suddenly, I recalled the question Madame Duvernoy had asked me: 'So she's not coming today? ' when I had told her Marguerite was ill.

But I would have been interested to learn a little about the affair between Marguerite and Armand.

Let me remind you, Marguerite, that you were ill for two months and during those two months, I called every day to find out how you were.

Is it true that you are living with a woman named Marguerite Gautier?

'This dress is too tight, ' Marguerite went on, tearing open the fasteners of her bodice, 'get me a robe. Well, what about Prudence? '

'No so. Because you're in love with Marguerite and want to have your revenge by becoming my lover.

Armand ban still deeply miss the Marguerite, he driven to distraction to come to Paris.

While Prudence was making this remark, Marguerite watched me closely.

The evening before, I had found Marguerite downcast; now I found her feverish and agitated.

Passion arms us against sentiment. I was ready to fight any battle, even against my father, to keep Marguerite.

When morning came, I was still awake and feverish. I could not think of anything but Marguerite.

When I returned, Marguerite was lying in front of the fire, and her teeth were chattering with cold.

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Armand went to look for Margaret happened to run into Marguerite's lover in the past, sudden and devastating jealousy.

Marguerite, do with me what you will. I am your slave, your dog.

Thank you , Mrs. Henderson . I'd prefer Marguerite , though .

She came back seething . Marguerite, who had fainted, had to be carried home.

I was respected not as Mrs. Henderson 's grandchild or Bailey 's sister but for just being Marguerite Johnson .

Reluctantly at first, Marguerite took to her new life, the beneficial effects of which she could feel.

At the same instant, Marguerite was already calling us.

'Go and tell the coachman to wait outside the Cafe Anglais, ' said Marguerite, 'we shall go as far as there on foot. '

In 1908, Jeanne Lanvin founded her eponymous couture house for daughter Marguerite.

'You're not very welcoming! What have I done to upset you, my dear Marguerite? '

Some time before the final curtain, Marguerite and her companion left their box.

'Why, Marguerite? Who can separate us? ' I exclaimed.

A woman's head is always influenced by heart; but a man's heart by his head. -Lady Marguerite Blessington (1789-1849)

He knows Marguerite doesn't love him, but that doesn't prevent him being very nice to her.

'Don't say that, father! Marguerite loves me. I know she does. '

'So it's agreed, 'Marguerite went on, when we were alone, ' you will stop loving me. '

When I was cured of Marguerite, I would be cured of gambling.

However, I did not want to go away without ensuring that Marguerite knew exactly why I was going.

but he very much liked a story by Marguerite Yourcenar in which a man built a boat and set out into infinity.

"They may, " said Marguerite.

'Did she go away again? ' asked Marguerite.

I heard and saw Marguerite with admiration.

"And what did he offer? " asked Marguerite.

So the break I had made had altered nothing in Marguerite's habits.

Marguerite ate her raisins without paying any further attention to me.

Don "t you believe in love. Marguerite? "

When I stepped into her box , Marguerite was laughing uproariously .

This is what I kept telling myself over and over that night. I was ready at any moment to go and say it all to Marguerite.

My parents are Marguerite and Donal Lynch and I have 3 siblings.

I went and leaned against the mantelpiece, just across from Marguerite, and watched her dance.

I flung my arms around Marguerite's neck.

What did Marguerite say after I left?

'Quite simple. I hoped to reach Paris in time for Marguerite's sale, but got back only this morning.

Marguerite was waiting for me at the window.

marguerite loves me . i know she does . my father did not answer.

She has discovered husband's plot in inmate Marguerite and under the Wo Lin's help.

'Did you buy anything at Marguerite's sale? '

You! In my way, Marguerite! But how?

Oh, poor Monsieur Armand! What a sad day today has been! This morning, Marguerite could not get her breath.

'Come on, then, ' said Marguerite, 'we can all fit into my carriage.

And you, where are you now as I write these lines? Far from Paris, far away, I've heard, and perhaps you have already forgotten Marguerite.

I felt that my father was right about women in general, but I was convinced that he was wrong about Marguerite.

Have a seat, Marguerite. Over there by the table.

After work, Marguerite and Armand in rent to a house outside Paris.

That night, I slept a little. I dreamed of Marguerite.

Marguerite withdrew the letter from the bodice of her dress and, as she handed it back to me, said with a smile of infinite sweetness

'Have you come from Marguerite's sister's? '

On her return, she said to Marguerite, who was at work beside her

Marguerite: I don "t think I know what it is. "

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