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the nose of the father started thin from the brow, but ended in a scarlet bulb eloquent of an exhaustive acquaintance with the vintages of the world.

And we were unable, quite unable, to deny ourselves the pleasure of meeting you."

one would have said that he had eyes for nothing else, yet, without moving a muscle of his face, set in its perpetual beaming smile, he hissed in an angry whisper, "Drop it, you idiot! Put it back!"

flicker of contemptuous wonder

Will you be an angel and play me a little Grieg

With your light frocks in the open air, you look like two big flowers,

Germaine flushed, and bit her lip; her eyes sparkled.

he laughed again, with a blithe, boyish cheerfulness, which deepened the angry flush in Germaine's cheeks.

The most whimsical, the most audacious, and the most genial thief in France.

He has baffled Ganimard, Holmlock Shears, the great English detective, and even Guerchard, whom everybody says is the greatest detective we've had in France since Vidocq.