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Flopsie shrieked with laughter till she had a "stitch in her side," and
was compelled to restrain her mirth.
"Lor', Mr. Briggs!" she gasped, wiping the moisture from her eyes, "you
are a regular one, aren't you! Mussy on us, you ought to put all wot you
say in the papers--you'd make your fortin!"
"Maybe, maybe, Flopsie," returned Briggs with due dignity. "I will not
deny that there may be wot is called 'sparkle' in my natur. And
'sparkle' is wot is rekwired in polite literatoor. Look at 'Hedmund' and
''Enery!' Sparkle again,--read their magnificent productions, the
_World_ and _Truth_,--all sparkle, every line! It is the secret of
success, Flopsie--be a sparkler and you've got everything before you."
Louise Renaud looked across at him half-defiantly. Her prim, cruel mouth
hardened into a tight line.
"To spark-el?" she said--"that is what we call _etinceler_--_eclater_.
Yes, I comprehend! Miladi is one spark-el! But one must be a very good
jewel to spark-el always--yes--yes--not a sham!"
And she nodded a great many times, and ate her salad very fast.


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