A fair young girl, very simply dressed, sat at some distance from her companions, working bravely and seeming to be in dread of some mishap.
"What will Mademoiselle Piombo say to that?" asked a young girl of Mademoiselle Matilde Roguin, the lively oracle of the banking group.
He got up and stepped slowly toward the young girl
, throwing away his cigarette.
In a vast space left free between the crowd and the fire, a young girl
The young girl
-- we know her, for we have already seen her, at that very same window by the light of that same sun -- the young girl
presented a singular mixture of shyness and reflection; she was charming when she laughed, beautiful when she became serious; but, let us hasten to say, she was more frequently charming than beautiful.
The family to which this young girl
belonged had embraced the equally rigid doctrines of both these Puritanisms, tenets which impart a stern dignity to the character and mien of those who hold them.
The average at that time in the Grand Duchy of Baden was forty-five to a young person (when alone), according to the official estimate of the home secretary for that year; the average for older people was shifty and indeterminable, for whenever a wholesome young girl
came into the presence of her elders she immediately lowered their average and raised her own.
I am no storyteller, and love as it is cannot be portrayed in a literature dominated and enthralled by the debasing tyranny which "sentences letters" in the name of the Young Girl
. Under the Young Girl
's blighting reign--or rather under the rule of those false Ministers of the Censure who have appointed themselves to the custody of her welfare--love veils her sacred fires, And, unaware, Morality expires,
He questioned her with his eyes, but the firm and steady gaze of the young girl
controlled his look.
The American temperament is represented (putting myself aside, and I often think that my temperament is not at all American) by a young girl
and her mother, and another young girl
without her mother--without her mother or any attendant or appendage whatever.
And while the king, protected from observation by the thick covert of an enormous lime, pressed La Valliere to his breast, with all the ardor of ineffable affection, Colbert tranquilly fumbled among the papers in his pocket-book and drew out of it a paper folded in the form of a letter, somewhat yellow, perhaps, but one that must have been most precious, since the intendant smiled as he looked at it; he then bent a look, full of hatred, upon the charming group which the young girl
and the king formed together - a group revealed but for a moment, as the light of the approaching torches shone upon it.
The pink and white had returned to the young girl