Autobiography of a Pocket-HandkerchiefCooper, James Fenimore
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Autobiography of a Pocket-Handkerchief
Cooper, James Fenimore
Fables; Handkerchiefs -- Fiction
"Why do so many of your good republicans dress so that the rue de Clery
don't know them, and then go to the chateau?" demanded the
commissionaire, very innocently, as to appearance at least.
{chateau = palace}
"Bah! there are the five napoleons--if you want them, take them--if
not, I care little about it, my invoice being all closed."
Desiree never accepted money more reluctantly. Instead of making one
hundred and fifty-five francs out of the toil and privations, and
self-denial of poor Adrienne, she found her own advantages unexpectedly
lessened to fifty-five; or, only a trifle more than one hundred per
cent. But the colonel was firm, and, for once, her cupidity was
compelled to succumb. The money was paid, and I became the vassal of
Colonel Silky; a titular soldier, but a traveling trader, who never
lost sight of the main chance either in his campaigns, his journeys, or
his pleasures.
To own the truth, Colonel Silky was delighted with me. No girl could be
a better judge of the ARTICLE, and all his cultivated taste ran into
the admiration of GOODS. I was examined with the closest scrutiny; my
merits were inwardly applauded, and my demerits pronounced to be
absolutely none. In short, I was flattered; for, it must be confessed,
the commendation of even a fool is grateful. So far from placing me in
a trunk, or a drawer, the colonel actually put me in his pocket, though
duly enveloped and with great care, and for some time I trembled in
every delicate fibre, lest, in a moment of forgetfulness, he might use
me. But my new master had no such intention. His object in taking me
out was to consult a sort of court commissionaire, with whom he had
established certain relations, and that, too, at some little cost, on
the propriety of using me himself that evening at the chateau of the
King of the French. Fortunately, his monitress, though by no means of
the purest water, knew better than to suffer her eleve to commit so
gross a blunder, and I escaped the calamity of making my first
appearance at court under the auspices of such a patron.
{eleve = pupil}
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