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IN A WINTER CITY.
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"Yes, Krunensberg has put him up," he answered her, "but he shall never get into it, while there are any of us alive."

"Et s'il n'y a qu'un, moi je serai celui-là," quoted Della Rocca.

"But he has lent Krunensberg heaven knows what—some say two million francs," said Lady Featherleigh. Prince Krunensberg was a great personage, and, for a foreigner, of great influence in the Club.

"Chère dame," said Della Rocca, "if we elect all Krunensberg's creditors we shall have to cover three streets with our club-house!"

"Oh my dear! I am half dead!" cried Madame Mila, flashing into the room, gorgeous in the feathers of the golden pheasant, arranged on the most exquisite combination of violet satin, and bronze velvet, and throwing her muff on one side of her and her parasol on the other, while Maurice des Gommeux, who was the most admirable of upper servants, stooped for them and smoothed their ruffled elegance. "I am half dead! Such a scene I never went through in my life. I, who