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Title: The real Latin quarter
Year: 1901 (1900s)
Authors: Smith, Frank Berkeley, 1869-
Subjects: Artists
Publisher: New York, Funk & Wagnalls Co.
Contributing Library: Smithsonian Libraries
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ng type with the pointed beard, isYvonne Gallois—a bonne camarade. Shekeeps the rest in the best of spirits, forshe is witty, this Yvonne, and a great fa-vorite with the crowd she is with. She ispretty, too, and has a whole-souled good-humor about her that makes her ever wel-come. The fellow she came with is Delmetthe architect—a great wag—lazy, but fullof fun—and genius. The little girl sitting opposite Yvonne isClaire Dumont. She is explaining a verysad histoire to the type next to her,intense in the recital of her woes. Heralert, nervous little face is a study; whenwords and expression fail, she shrugs herdelicate shoulders, accenting every sen-tence with her hands, until it seems asif her small, nervous frame could expressno more — and all about her little dogLoisette! Yes, the villain of a concierge at Ed-monds studio swore at him twice, andSunday, when Edmond and I were break-fasting late, the old beast saw * Loisette157 > HHXM XW>DO H W r CM too G%O o > OPiZw
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on the stairs and threw water over her;she is a sale bete, that grosse femme ! Sheshall see what it will cost her, the old miser;and you know I have always _ been mostamiable with her. She is jealous of me—that is it—oh ! I am certain of it. BecauseI am young and happy. Jealous of me !thats funny, is it not ? The old pig! Poorc Loisette—she shivered all night with frightand from being wet. Edmond and I aregoing to find another place. Yes, she shallsee what it will be there without us—withno one to depend upon for her snuff and herwine. If she were concierge at Edmondsold atelier she would be treated like thathorrid old Madame Fouquet. The boys in the atelier over her windowhated this old Madame Fouquet, I remem-ber. She was always prying about andcomplaining, so they fished up her petgold-fish out of the aquarium on herwindow-sill, and fried them on the atelierstove, and put them back in the windowon a little plate all garnished with carrots.She swore vengeance and called in t

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