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all sorts of preposterous stories were circulated about it and about them. some said m. de calonne had given mme. le brun a number of bonbons, called papillottes, wrapped up in bank-notes; others that she had received in a pa�ϻ��������ô�и߶�ȫ����sty a sum of m�ϻ��������ô�и߶�ȫ����oney large enough to ruin the treasury: the truth being that he had sent her, as the price of his portrait, four thousand francs in notes in a box worth about twenty louis, and this was considered by no means a high price for the picture. m. de beaujon had given her eight thousand francs for a portrait of the same size a short time before, without anybody find
as the ship went on, the mountain grew more and more distinct, and by-and-by other features of japanese scenery were brought into view. the western horizon became a serrated line, that formed an agreeable contrast to the unbroken curve they had looked upon so many days; and as the sun went down, it no longer dipped into the sea and sank beneath the waves. all on board the ship were fully aware they were approaching land.it was in the days when the queen was giving f��tes at trianon, when the court quarrelled about the music of gluck and piccini, and listened to the marvels related by the comte de saint-germain, when every one talked about nature, and philosophy, and virtue, and the rights of man, while swiftly and surely the revolution was drawing near.��some misfortune has happened to the king.��she had painted 662 portraits, 15 pictures, 200 landscapes, many of them in switzerland, and many pastels.but as long as pauline remained on the list of emigr��es the affairs could not be wound up.j��a�ϻ��������ô�и߶�ȫ����i pass�� les premiers �� peine.keeling had intended to pass an hour among his books to wash off the scum, so to speak, of this atrocious conversation, but when he got to his library, and had taken down his new edition of omar khayyam, which charles propert had induced him to buy, he found it could give him very little emotion. he was aware of the exquisite type, of�ϻ����������ﻹ�и߶���χ�绰 the strange sensuous wood-cuts that somehow{289} affected him like a subtle