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Book Excerpt: small gold rings that scintillated in her ears, she wore no ornaments of any kind."'Mon fleur, m'sieur, ' she ordered haughtily, stretching out her hand; then her eyes lighted with sudden laughter and she turned her back to me, bending her head forward. 'But no, it fell into your hands; it is that you must put in its place again, ' she ordered, pointing to a curl where she wished the flower set. 'Come, m'sieur, I wait upon you.'"On the settee by the wall a guitar lay. She picked it up and ran her slim, pale fingers twice across the strings, sounding a soft, melancholy chord. When she began to sing, her words were slurred and languorous, and I had trouble understanding them; for the song was ancient when Bienville turned the first spadeful of earth that marked the ramparts of New Orleans: O knights of gay Toulouse And sweet Beaucaire, Greet me my own true love And speak him fair...."Her voice had the throaty, velvety quality one hears in people of the SoRead M
