F. Colburn (Francis Colburn) Adams
Capitolo 70
his/her partner. A scene so confused and wild that bewilders the
brain, achieved now. Mrs. Flamingo sends to noisily call the Mr. Soloman; and
as the reputation of his/her house is taller in its thoughts, her
ago fine for his/her condition put in danger fainting in the arm of a
old serious gentleman that was striking a hasty retreat and of whom
respectability that she can jeopardize through this uncalled-for action.
A youth of slender form, and it turns pale, sandy characteristics, ago his/her way
through the crowd, it affectionately hooks Ann in his/her arm, imprints
a kiss on his/her pale eyebrow, and it bears out her of the room.
From the help of hartshorn and some hyphens of cold water, the old one
hostess is pleased to come to, as we say, and you/he/she put around putting her/it
house in order. The Mr. Soloman, to the great joy of those that you/they didn't do
hold him/it prudent to make their escape, footsteps in to negotiate for the
the peace of the house and the restoration of order. "It is all the
result of an error", he laughingly says, and good-naturedly,
caressing every one he meets him on the shoulder. "Some
the jealousy from the girl. Everything had his/her origin in an error
that can easily be corrected. In a word, it is a lot of ado around
nothing in the whole one of him. The small business of some kind are incidental
to society to the fashion all over the world! The lady that is only
scratched, it is frightened more than the evil. Nobody is killed; and if
there was, because killings are become so to the fashion, that if the
killed is not a gentleman, nobody thinks anything about him", him
continuous. And the Mr. Soloman that is an excellent diplomatist, ago,
with the help of the hostess, her twelve masters of ceremony, her
usher of court and two police officers, immediately harbors the house to a more
orderly condition. But night is rolled in the page of the past,
the grey dawn in the morning you/he/she is peering at in to the half shut windows,
the lights that burn above in the shed of chandeliers a pale shine the