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1 I, I | every puff that Olivier Bertin, lying upon his divan, blew
2 I, I | knew was glowing without, Bertin sought a poetic subject.
3 I, I | lady.~Formerly, Olivier Bertin had passed six weeks or
4 I, I | Guilleroy had told only Olivier Bertin of it, in strict confidence.~“
5 I, I | little feminine paw.~Olivier Bertin handled it tenderly and
6 I, I | Countess, slightly wounded.~Bertin had always been inclined
7 I, I | them to look underneath.~Bertin approached her, saying:~“
8 I, I | a bold subject, classed Bertin among the daring, although
9 I, I | next day; and that evening Bertin received a little blue-tinted
10 I, I | would have chosen M. Olivier Bertin, had he not feared a refusal,
11 I, I | with picture-books.~Olivier Bertin, following his usual custom,
12 I, I | they felt more at ease, and Bertin, noting that he pleased
13 I, I | was within the walls of Bertin’s studio.~She was the daughter
14 I, I | little hotel, and Olivier Bertin suddenly found himself somewhat
15 I, I | feet ever had pressed. But Bertin became gloomy, a little
16 I, I | appearances, to act, with Olivier Bertin himself, the hypocritical
17 I, I | and the painter, Olivier Bertin. With him it was no longer
18 I, I | was assailed by fears for Bertin’s constancy. Nothing held
19 I, II | FROM A SINGLE STEM~When Bertin entered, on Friday evening,
20 I, II | with Paul Adelmant, Olivier Bertin, and Amaury Maldant.~Bertin,
21 I, II | Bertin, and Amaury Maldant.~Bertin, who liked him well enough,
22 I, II | eighteen years; while Olivier Bertin proved by irrefutable argument
23 I, II | No one, except Olivier Bertin, knew of Annette de Guilleroy’
24 I, II | contrary, and also Olivier Bertin, they were similar in all
25 I, II | to say ‘thou’ to Monsieur Bertin.”~Her mother smiled.~“Yes,
26 I, II | nothing—not even champagne. Bertin, as an artist, what do you
27 I, II | incomparably charming, while Bertin esteemed as a beauty Madame
28 I, II | of human activity.~Then Bertin attempted to show how the
29 I, II | glory of the equine race.~Bertin, irritated by this adversary,
30 I, II | make me die of laughter.”~Bertin replied, with some excitement:~“
31 I, II | which you rail so bitterly.”~Bertin smiled.~“I? I love it!”
32 I, II | the Countess by Olivier Bertin seemed to inhabit, to animate
33 I, II | admiration, and Olivier Bertin, accustomed to these eulogies,
34 I, II | will be a valuable man.” Bertin appreciated his skill and
35 I, III| workmanship on the back. Bertin took it up and looked at
36 I, III| Good morning, Monsieur Bertin,” said Annette.~“Good morning,
37 I, III| just at this time,” said Bertin.~In the tone with which
38 I, III| under the porte-cochere.~Bertin seated himself facing the
39 I, III| would ask “Who is that?” Bertin answered: “The Pontaiglin,” “
40 I, III| inquired.~“I don’t know,” said Bertin, at which reply the Duchess
41 I, III| beautiful, all the same,” said Bertin.~The Countess did not like
42 I, III| she is no longer young!”~Bertin, who usually did not at
43 I, III| Indeed, Mademoiselle!” said Bertin; “and then what becomes
44 I, III| inquired the Countess of Bertin, with whose habits she was
45 I, III| you are charming! Monsieur Bertin never thinks of me when
46 I, III| against the tall Rocdiane.~Bertin, smiling, quite at home,
47 I, III| you, my dear fellow,” said Bertin, passing into the dressing-room
48 I, III| hearty man of forty, said to Bertin:~“You were in fine form
49 I, III| surprising things to-day,” Bertin replied.~The others smiled,
50 I, III| kinds (which, according to Bertin, was not surprising, since
51 I, III| all women Sophie.”~Olivier Bertin, very reserved, was accustomed
52 I, III| how to spend the evening, Bertin mentioning the Cirque, Rocdiane
53 I, III| said Rocdiane.~“Yes,” Bertin replied. “Shall we listen
54 I, III| Haydn’s symphonies, and when Bertin’s eyelids drooped over his
55 I, III| And I, too,” said Landa.~Bertin rose.~“Well, I shall go
56 I, III| going to the meeting; but Bertin offered to take her for
57 I, III| the Monceau Park?” asked Bertin. “It is a very pretty place;
58 I, III| heart of Paris.~Olivier Bertin had come almost every day
59 I, III| walked slowly, chatting to Bertin, giving him her reflections
60 I, III| ones touched her sympathy.~Bertin listened, more amused by
61 I, III| adventure begun in the book.~Bertin paused, surprised. “How
62 I, III| expecting some fresh dainty.~Bertin felt recollections awakening
63 I, III| of the outer boulevard, Bertin perceived that it was almost
64 I, III| thrown over the globes.~Bertin took a very low seat, a
65 I, III| Monsieur de Musadieu.”~Olivier Bertin felt a spasm of anger, and
66 I, III| needle-work on her knee.~Bertin, who was still more exasperated
67 I, III| A woman, no doubt,” said Bertin.~“No, not at all; it was
68 I, III| from dining in the city.~Bertin sat down again, overcome,
69 I, III| her indiscretion.”~Then Bertin, with his melancholy air,
70 I, III| than the real situation.~Bertin, who no longer felt vexed
71 I, III| to Musadieu, another to Bertin, following this with plates
72 I, III| disappeared into the next room.~Bertin found himself again facing
73 I, III| desire to rise and depart.~Bertin, as a matter of discretion,
74 I, III| Guilleroy continued to talk to Bertin, the Inspector of Fine Arts,
75 I, III| my teeth on edge!” said Bertin.~“Why, pray?”~“He took you
76 I, III| pass a whole day with you,” Bertin continued. He felt himself
77 I, IV | arrived yet?” she inquired of Bertin.~“I have not seen her.”~“
78 I, IV | around in search of Olivier Bertin.~He saw them and hastened
79 I, IV | exposition?”~“A fine one,” Bertin replied. “There is a remarkable
80 I, IV | When they arrived before Bertin’s picture—two little peasant-girls
81 I, IV | have done anything better.”~Bertin pressed close to her, loving
82 I, IV | the Countess, Annette, and Bertin upstairs into a reserved
83 I, IV | Minister of the Fine Arts, and Bertin, at the thought that this
84 I, IV | their dazzling whiteness.~As Bertin took leave of the ladies
85 I, IV | evening?”~“Yes, certainly.”~Bertin reentered the Exposition,
86 I, IV | and finally a whole hour. Bertin never remained long after
87 I, IV | comparing them, Olivier Bertin sometimes actually confused
88 II, I | And the Countess?” asked Bertin, “how is she?”~“Not very
89 II, I | in the country!”~“And I,” Bertin replied, “should like it
90 II, II | tell you that our friend Bertin leaves for Roncieres on
91 II, II | Annette.~“Monsieur Olivier Bertin is coming to see us.”~“Ah,
92 II, II | Paris and to receive Olivier Bertin until she had become more
93 II, II | her hair with gold dust. Bertin, smiling, looked at her
94 II, II | unfavorable.~“Where is Monsieur Bertin?” she inquired of a servant
95 II, II | the vestibule.~“Monsieur Bertin is in the orchard, playing
96 II, II | and many more, which as Bertin said gave the air a taste
97 II, II | and went out of the game.~Bertin shouted “Won!” and the young
98 II, II | into the golden mass.~And Bertin, from his position, cried
99 II, II | before her mother.~Olivier Bertin looked at them, thinking
100 II, III| very well that our friend Bertin would bring you back. It
101 II, III| change had healed her wounds.~Bertin, arriving at dinner-time,
102 II, III| offered to play a game with Bertin, and the two ladies accompanied
103 II, III| suddenly been dissipated.~Then Bertin rose, took Annette by the
104 II, III| had felt the day before.~Bertin was chatting with her when
105 II, III| were turned upon Annette as Bertin held her by the hand standing
106 II, III| just leaving the table when Bertin was announced.~“It is I,
107 II, III| word to say to Monsieur Bertin.”~She passed swiftly into
108 II, III| a servant announced.~And Bertin, full of secret anguish,
109 II, IV | nothing unforeseen occurs. Bertin, to arouse himself, talked
110 II, IV | composer of that?” asked Bertin.~“Schumann,” the Countess
111 II, IV | garden with a pale life.~Bertin, with hands behind his back,
112 II, IV | with desires.~Never had Bertin so perfectly comprehended
113 II, IV | consented, and, having thanked Bertin, went out into the street
114 II, V | Farandal admired her, Olivier Bertin loved! She believed this
115 II, V | was opened before Olivier Bertin.~He paused at the threshold,
116 II, V | on a man’s heart!~Olivier Bertin began to pace his room again;
117 II, V | curtain at the other end; and Bertin entered the large hot-air
118 II, V | in Paris.~“Good-morning, Bertin,” said he.~They shook hands;
119 II, V | resumed, turning toward Bertin: “Is it true that he is
120 II, V | liberty?”~“Yes, Monsieur Bertin.”~And he went away quickly
121 II, V | strangely clean and swept.~Bertin was thinking: “What will
122 II, VI | the Count, the Marquis, Bertin and Musadieu, one could
123 II, VI | is a pretty debut,” said Bertin to himself.~The audience
124 II, VI | better and richer than ever!~Bertin had closed his eyes. For
125 II, VI | said the Duchess.~And Bertin, who had been leaning over,
126 II, VI | Annette applauded so long that Bertin wished to seize her hands
127 II, VI | same landau, and Olivier Bertin remained alone with Musadieu
128 II, VI | conversation from the moment when Bertin should name his preference;
129 II, VI | talked without stopping, and Bertin interrupted him, murmuring
130 II, VI | stand in French society.~Bertin listened to him, and fancied
131 II, VI | the Avenue de Villiers, Bertin asked: “Will you come in?”~“
132 II, VI | time all about painting. Bertin showed some studies, and
133 II, VI | could keep him, and Olivier Bertin found himself again alone
134 II, VI | all the older painters, Bertin sneered at these newcomers,
135 II, VI | old-fashioned art of Olivier Bertin.”~He had always been sensitive
136 II, VI | old-fashioned art of Olivier Bertin.”~Never had such sadness,
137 II, VI | her lay a copy of Figaro. Bertin saw the journal at the moment
138 II, VI | have sent them?”~“Olivier Bertin, no doubt,” replied her
139 II, VI | Is he ill, your friend Bertin?” the Duchess inquired. “
140 II, VI | Oh,” said she, “men of Bertin’s importance need not mind
141 II, VI | misfortune—a great misfortune! Bertin has fallen under a carriage!”~“
142 II, VI | eminent artist, M. Olivier Bertin, has been run over by an~
143 II, VI | immediate and~fatal result. M. Bertin begs you earnestly and entreats
144 II, VI | happen near the Gobelins?”~Bertin closed his eyes, as if to
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