transparent atmosphere and flowing fountain water, which was crossed

by a wide ray of electric light, she gleamed like the sun with that

flamelike skin and hair of hers. f Paris would always picture her

thus--would see her shining high up among crystal glass like the

good God Himself. No, it was too stupid to let herself die under

such conditions! She must be looking pretty by this time in that

"And what a lot of pleasures bloody well wasted!" said Mignon in

melancholy tones, as became a man who did not like to see good and