This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1877 Excerpt: ...window, trying to look as uninteresting as possible. Amelie came in soon, carrying a little English dog in her arms, then, after her, the colonel's wife. She was young, small, pale, and thin. She slightly acknowledged my salutation, staring at me through an eye-glass. A deep blush spread over my cheeks every time she repeated this humiliation. I read this question in her look: "Is she good for much?" She betrayed an expression of extreme mistrust. The woman could believe me capable of any crime. "Frederic," she said to the lieutenant, "I smell your cigar in this room. Oh, my dear, do not make such a noise with your fingers on the table!" "Pardon, Helene, I forgot you are so nervous." "I am not nervous. Mam'selle Staal--you call yourself Staal I believe--will you make the tea?" "Will madame oblige me by saying the quantity?" "Ah! you do not even know how to make a cup of tea! Amelie!" Amelie rose, and with a contemptuous air showed me the necessary quantity. "Henceforth," replied Madame Barenschild, in a mild and plaintive voice, "you are responsible for the sugar, coffee, and tea. I know, of course, what we are in the habit of consuming, and I compare notes now and then." "Yes, my sister sometimes counts the lumps in the sugar-basin, so be on your guard, Mam'selle Staal." They thought me, then, capable of theft; but I remained indifferent to their insinuations. Such words could not affect me--they referred to my predecessors. Our breakfast was almost over when Colonel Barenschild entered the room. He was tall, stout, and very red; he frowned and breathed loudly. He began to walk up and down the room in an agitated manner. "There's a storm brewing," ...
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