The notary's nose;

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lodge in the garret. They were all eagerness to accommodate him, and he got a hole
which the kitchen girls had never cared to
take.
A wise man has said, " Happy the people who have no history." Sebastian
Romagne was happy three months. Early
in June he began to have a history —His
heart, long invulnerable, was pierced by
the arrows of Cupid. The ex-water-carrier gave himself up, bound hand and foot,
to the god who destroyed Troy. He became aware, while shelling peas, that the
cook had fine little gray eyes and beautiful
big red cheeks.
A sigh fit to upset the tables was the
first symptom of his disorder. He wished
to unbosom himself; but the words stuck
in his throat. He scarcely dared catch his
Dulcinea around the waist and kiss her on
the lips, so excessive was his timidity.
He was understood at once. The cook