My Pretty Maid

burst an uncontrollable shriek of dismay and remonstrance

insinuating some fault against my darling.

How foolish it seems for poor girls to be pretty

breaking up their delightful tête-à-tête

to faint. Oh, I love him!" and she wept despairingly

meager midday luncheon,

But she hated her toilsome life more than ever as she followed Roma along the richly carpeted halls to a splendid dressing room, where the beauty sank into a cushioned chair, haughtily ordering the box to be ope

"How fast the river flows! How it roars in my ears and drowns the sound of your voice, my dearest!

"How do you do, Mr. Devereaux