DOCTOR SIAN SENG
OR THE CHINAMAN IN PARIS
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(FROM THE FRENCH OF MERY.)
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(Concluded from page 128.)
“I am,” cried I, falling at her feet, “a simple mortal, who loses his senses before your beauty.”
“Get up! doctor, get up,” said the danseuse, with a countenance of severity suddenly assumed—“no nonsense before your god-daughter! You forget yourself—she will tell a thousand stories when we get home. Have you never seen the ‘Terrible Children of Gavarni?’ They are all spies, these little innocents!”
I got up from my knees in confusion, and excused myself as well as I could. Her anger seemed to cool. She gave me her hand, and drawing a deep sigh, said,