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the street -  Miss H. repeated some of his conversation to me, which was of the impertinent flirtation order -  Once or twice he turned around where Miss Esté, May, Mr Lazar and I were talking vehemently, with an entirely different expression.  Miss H. asked him to come and call on her though she says she dont [[don't]] like him -  But we shall not be in the Salon when he comes -  I should like immensely to go to his studio and to hear him talk about art - We shall see -  Miss Esté sees him quite often, and could no doubt take us -

We howled over Mr Lazar -  He was most comical -  A fancy little young man with intensely bright eyes, and dark hair standing around -  And legs about two feet long -  Talks 



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picure she was -  Perfectly snow white hair a little curled over her delicate transparent forehead.  An exquisite cap handkerchief with frills of the richest Mechlin lace draped over her head and fastened under her chin.

A cream-colored satin bed gown with frills of the same lace, white kid gloves - a pale blue satin coverlet - and lots of illustrated magasines [[fr.sp.]] spread over her knees.

A beautifully furnished little tea table stood beside the bed -  I felt for one instant that I and come out of a muddy street, and had on a dark rough dress - but she held out her hand with a lovely smile, and I felt at once that I had found a friend -  She was angelically, and sincerely kind -  After we had talked a long time about the Hale's and Clements and Lesleys, she would know all