This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the. Simons Island beach house that has been the site of loud parties for years. Attorneys for the county and for owners Lee and Jeff Burton took turns telling the Supreme Court justices what. Simon (Seeing Life). Title: The Court of St. Simon (Seeing Life). Author: E. Phillips Oppenheim. A Project Gutenberg of Australia e. Book *. e. Book No.: 1. Language: English. Court described by Duc de Saint Simon His natural talents were below mediocrity, but he had a mind capable of improvement, of receiving polish, of assimilating what was best in the minds of others without slavish imitation, and he profited greatly throughout his. Phillips Oppenheim, Edward Phillips Oppenheim: 9781235831348: Books - Amazon.ca Amazon.ca Try Prime Books Go Shop by Department Hello. Sign in Your Account Try Prime. Get this from a library! Note: Citations are based on reference standards. However, formatting rules can vary widely between. Phillips Oppenheim (ISBN: 9781519132420) from Amazon's Book Store. Free UK delivery on eligible orders. Books Advanced Search Best Sellers Top New Releases Deals in Books Best Books of the Month School Books Textbooks. Simon (Seeing Life), by E Phillips Oppenheim, free ebook. CHAPTER III.—THE BEGINNING OF AN ADVENTURE AT three o'clock precisely, Monsieur Simon and his companion, followed by the younger man, left the restaurant. Date first posted: November 2. Most recent update: November 2. Simon on Amazon.com FREE SHIPPING on qualified orders. Phillips Oppenheim, writing as Anthony Partridge, in 1912. A curious tale in three parts. The aristocratic Monsieur Simon with his consort Josephine, lives in the demi-monde. Saint-Simon is part of the name of several communities around the world. Canada Saint-Simon, Bas-Saint-Laurent. Simon, a famous racehorse Saint-Simonism, an early socialist philosophy Saint Simeon (disambiguation) This disambiguation page lists. This e. Book was produced by: Roy Glashan. Project Gutenberg of Australia e. Books are created from printed editions. Australia, unless a copyright notice. We do NOT keep any e. Books in compliance with a particular. Be sure to check the. You may copy it, give it away or re- use it under the terms. Project Gutenberg of Australia License which may be viewed online at. To contact Project Gutenberg of Australia go to http: //gutenberg. GO TO Project Gutenberg Australia HOME PAGEby. E. Phillips Oppenheimwriting as Anthony Partridge. Illustrated by F. Vaux Williams. First published by Little, Brown & Co., Boston, 1. Also published by Lloyd's, London, 1. Seeing Life. TABLE OF CONTENTSLIST OF ILLUSTRATIONSFrontispiece. THE boy was without doubt inclined towards affectation, yet. Here, where pleasure had become a science, he. He was dressed in the. Frenchman of fashion, but. The droop of his white tie, the stones in his studs and links. But for his eyes, which were distinctly narrow and set. It was the supper place of the moment—Paris has many such which. Every table was occupied save one. The usual attractions were in full swing. A. Spanish girl, with black hair and a yellow gown covered with sequins, was. A busy orchestra found it harder work even than. Toy balloons bearing the name of the. Every one who was not laughing. The boy, who sat with a plate of biscuits and a bottle. One amuses. one's self no longer. Already the world is prepared to move on to the next. Mark my words, your reign is over. Out. there I dare not show myself. There are a dozen who wish tables. English, American, Russian. From all quarters of the world they come. Monsieur cannot be serious. Saw one ever such a rabble—Tourists, the. How can one amuse one's self among. Another time he will amuse himself well enough here. One cannot pick. and choose one's clients, but there are many here of the distinguished world. Fourget, the great actor. Mademoiselle Lalage, who created the part of Cl. The. gentleman with the red ribbon in his buttonhole there is Monsieur d'Anvers. One meets them. everywhere at every turn. These are blackberries upon the tree of life here. Albert. Show me, indeed, some one of real notoriety, some one out of the. He gave a sudden start. Even the young man who called. Eug. They were. strangers to him, these two, and they were certainly people of marked and. He watched them as they settled themselves into their. The man was apparently about forty years old, but his exact age it. He was inclined to be fair, with a great deal. His mouth was. strong and prominent, a trifle cruel and yet not sensual. There were little. His. forehead was good, his face like his frame—long and thin. He looked. like a man who had been an athlete and who was still possessed of great. The girl was dark, colorless. Parisiennes, powdered, indeed, almost to the dead. Spain. Her eyes were soft and velvety, her. A magnificent rope. He waited almost eagerly for the moment when Albert at last. Then he leaned forward and summoned him. They are different from the others, are they not? Supposing, for. instance, the gentleman were a wine merchant, and the lady a manikin! He speaks of. the lady as his sister. That, however, one is permitted to doubt. They have. been coming here now for nearly five months. Even if they come here incognito they must. You are so clever at these things. Albert. I thought that you made it a point to know the names and standing of. Surely you have discovered something more. I have failed—I admit it—I have. We have people about the place, as you know, who are quite willing. For the sake of. curiosity I had these two followed one night. The fellow was caught and. Monsieur there. Since then I have made. Once or twice I have had visitors here who seemed about to claim. Always he looks as though he wore a mask. He. recognizes no one. I have tried questions, but never have I learned anything. At present I am content. They are good clients, they excite. Mademoiselle. Here there are times. A man of fashion like yourself flirts. Forgive me if I drop a hint. There was a. young man once who tried to flirt with Mademoiselle. He would have slipped a. Monsieur observed him. It was all over in a moment, but. He threw the young gentleman across two. I might a baby. Since then no one has looked. Nevertheless, the coming here of these two. I shall remain a little longer. You have shown me some. More women danced, a negro. Americans. Two Russian dancers. There was no. such scene as this in all Paris. Suddenly, in the midst of his wanderings, he. Monsieur Simon, and obeyed in a. Somehow or other he began to believe that he himself. Assuredly Albert had once turned half round and glanced. The face of Monsieur was wholly inscrutable. Only his lips. moved, but once his eyes had looked in the direction which Albert had. After all, then, he was not absolutely past emotions. He had. certainly felt his pulses beat a little quicker at the thought that he might. Presently Albert, leaving his patron with a most respectful bow, came. D'Argminac's table. The gentleman in whom you are. He said that he would like to know you. I am at liberty, if you. For a moment he had hesitated. Mademoiselle murmured only a few words, and even then D'Argminac was. She spoke slowly and with much care. The words were correct so far. Albert's. statement as to their relationship. For the rest, Mademoiselle took very. She was entirely occupied in enjoying. Her two companions ate nothing. You are—pardon me—young. Monsieur d'Argminac, to have exhausted the gaieties of this wonderful. The faint irony of the. They are all the same—the dance, the women, the. There is nothing left. It is simply a. whim of mine. I have many acquaintances, at any rate. I found London insupportable, but I am not sure that. Paris is much better. There was a cynical droop to his lips as he. Your English blood should serve you there. I. cannot play games, because they do not amuse me. I have driven an automobile. It was a joy to me, but it passes.? Sometimes the necessary work gives a stimulus to life. Mademoiselle glanced. It was strange to her that he should find so much. It is unusual, is it not, to find a solitary man. Temple of Venus? It was an impulse which he. He remembered afterwards Albert's warning and trusted that. Adventures. —perhaps! One must have adventures in Paris to be in the fashion at. One has a few moments of excitement and then a great. I brought Mademoiselle Vincelly here. Folies Berg. She ate lobster with her fingers. I have not the gift of susceptibility. I call it a gift. I think that it is the most delightful thing in the world. When I was younger it was my favorite. Her. companion smiled, too, in quieter and subtler fashion. It. was amusing to listen to this strange youth. All I can say is. I am here, I am willing, if it comes I should be glad. In the meantime. life remains insupportable. It is only the very old or the very young who are. I hope that I am not conceited, but I need. You find no excitement here. Tell me. am I not right? If we seek. excitement, we seek it elsewhere and in a different fashion. It is amusing, I think, to exchange. You say that when you seek excitement you. You look to me as though you. Tell me how and where you seek it! D'Argminac returned his gaze almost. Already the boy had begun to feel the fascination of his manner. There was strength. It was obvious that she disapproved. You do always the rash things. Presently we will show you how we two, Mademoiselle and I, escape. You need not be. afraid. It was absurd to be read like this! Notwithstanding his. Monsieur Simon's words. His protest. however, was voluble and emphatic enough. At three o'clock, then, if it. It is better that you come with us. How about. afterwards? Shall I not require it to take me home? Monsieur Simon said but a. D'Argminac sank back in his. The upholstering was all. A soft white rug was upon the floor, and many footstools. There was a. table with some books and flowers, an electric shaded lamp. The car was turned swiftly round. D'Argminac's surprise they did not descend the hill. He was beginning. Presently they turned off a broad but shabby boulevard into a. Monsieur Simon descended leisurely. They were now in a very dark courtyard, with another. After a moment or two's delay this one also swung back. By the light of an oil lamp. D'Argminac could see that they seemed to. The floor was of. During the moment that. A girl in tawdry. Monsieur Simon drew a key from his. They passed into a small. In the far corner was a desk, at which. Monsieur Simon seated himself. He whispered for a moment to Mademoiselle. Josephine, who nodded and passed out. Then he rang the bell. A short, pallid- faced Frenchman came hurrying. He bowed respectfully to Monsieur Simon, but. What is there to be done? Monsieur perhaps remembers the man Jean. Henneguy, the thread manufacturer in the Porte St. His workpeople are shockingly underpaid, his wife he illtreats. It is arranged that he shall leave there. Mademoiselle Marquerite has promised that he shall be. Here are some further particulars concerning the man, if you care. Bring some clothes here for my young friend. D'Argminac had promised himself that he. My good friend. Briane, the little stout gentleman who has just gone out, will bring you some. I myself am about to change. In ten minutes I shall return. You are. still anxious to go on? I await you here, then? Faithful to his. resolve, D'Argminac asked no questions. When he saw what was laid out for. One by one he held up the garments in disgust. A. worn black jacket with many buttons, black trousers, frayed and stained, no. He was alone now and. Nothing was left of the elegant young man of fashion. The change of. clothes, indeed, had a curious effect upon him; his face seemed to have. The door opened. It was Mademoiselle who entered. D'Argminac gave a little. She, too, was dressed in black.
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