[Bohemians of the Latin Quarter by Henry Murger]@TWC D-Link bookBohemians of the Latin Quarter CHAPTER XVII 15/32
If I was not afraid of chilblains, I would go to Saint Petersburg." "What, you are not yet thirty, and are already thinking of doing your Russia ?" "What would you have ?" said the other, and she added, "and you, is your benefit soon coming on ?" "In a fortnight, I have already three thousand francs worth of tickets taken, without counting my young fellows from Saint Cyr." "Hallo, the stalls are going out." "It is because Dolores is singing." In fact, Dolores, as red in the face as her costume, was warbling her verses with a vinegary voice.
Just as she was getting though it with difficulty, two bouquets fell at her feet, thrown by two actresses, her dear friends, who advanced to the front of their box, exclaiming--: "Bravo, Dolores!" The fury of the latter may be readily imagined.
Thus, on returning home, although it was the middle of the night, she opened the window and woke up Coco, who woke up the honest Mr.Birne, who had dropped off to sleep on the faith of her promise. From that day war was declared between the actress and the Englishman; a war to the knife, without truce or repose, the parties engaged in which recoiled before no expense or trouble.
The parrot took finishing lessons in English and abused his neighbor all day in it, and in his shrillest falsetto.
It was something awful.
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