But I dare not state in what theatre it is that my point of observation can be found, nor ask of the management to make an alteration in the position of the orchestra, lest some night I should be observed, and expose all the secrets of my breast to a less confidential observer.
A STORY OF THE LATIN QUARTER.
By Frances Hodgson Burnett.
⁂ Scribner’s Monthly, May, 1879.
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He is one of the Americans,” his fellow locataires said among themselves. “Poor and alone and in bad health. A queer fellow.”
Having made this reply to those who questioned them, they were in the habit of dismissing the subject lightly. After all, it was nothing to them, since he had never joined their circle.