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 | The winning entries have been announced in this pair.There were 83 entries submitted in this pair during the submission phase, 6 of which were selected by peers to advance to the finals round. The winning entries were determined based on finals round voting by peers.Competition in this pair is now closed. |
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The day had arrived, and Count Ulric de Rouvres’ apartment was ready. Ulric had asked three of Paris’ most renowned doctors to visit that evening. He then set off in haste to fetch Rosette. She had died just an hour before. Ulric returned to his new dwelling to find his old friend Tristan, whom he had summoned, waiting for him with the three doctors. ‘You may go, sirs,’ Ulric said to the doctors. ‘The person about whom I wished to consult you is no longer with us.’ Tristan, who was now alone with Count Ulric, did not try to ease his suffering, but instead shared in it with him, like a brother. It was he who arranged the lavish funeral for Rosette, much to the whole hospital’s astonishment. He bought back the belongings that Rosette had brought with her, and which, upon her death had become the hospital’s property. Among her effects was a little blue dress, the only one that the poor dead girl still possessed. Tristan had also arranged for furniture belonging to Ulrich when he had lived with Rosette to be moved to a room in Ulric’s new apartment. A few days later, Ulric left for England, where he planned to kill himself. Such were the events that preceded Ulric’s appearance at the café de Foy. His entrance caused a great stir among those present. The men stood up and made their polite addresses appropriate to distinguished society. The women, on the other hand, brazenly fixed their eyes on the Count for a full five minutes, leaving him almost embarrassed by their curiosity, which verged on indiscretion. ‘Come, my dear departed one,’ said Tristan, showing him to the seat reserved for him beside Fanny. ‘Give us a toast to celebrate your return to the world of the living.’ ‘And Madame,’ said Tristan, indicating Fanny, who was motionless behind her mask, ‘Madame will make a toast in return.’ ‘Madame,’ he whispered in the young woman’s ear, ‘don’t forget what I told you’. Ulric took a large glass, filled to the brim, and exclaimed: ‘I drink…’ ‘Don’t forget, no political toasts allowed!’ Shouted Tristan. ‘I drink to Death,’ said Ulric, raising the glass to his mouth, having acknowledged his masked neighbour. ‘And I,’ replied Fanny, taking her turn to drink, ‘I drink to youth and love.’ And like a lightning bolt breaking through clouds, a dazzling smile flashed beneath her velvet mask. | Entry #20728 — Discuss  0 — Variant: British Winner
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Dislikes (On the appointed day, Count Ulric de Rouvres’ apartment was ready. After arranging to meet three of the most eminent doctors in Paris there that evening, Ulric rushed off to see Rosette. But she had died an hour earlier. Ulric went back to his new quarters, where he found his old friend Tristan (he had sent for him earlier), waiting for him with the three doctors. “You can go, gentlemen,” said Ulric to the doctors. “The person I wanted to consult you about is no more.” Left alone with Count Ulric, Tristan did not try to ease his pain, but shared his sorrow like a brother. It was he who arranged the grand funeral they gave Rosette, to the astonishment of the entire hospital. He purchased the things the girl had brought with her and which, after her death, had become the property of the authorities. Among them was a little blue dress, the only one the poor dead girl had left. He also arranged for Ulric’s furniture from when he was living with Rosette to be moved to a room in his new apartment. Just a few days later, Ulric, having decided he was going to die, left for England. This was the history of this illustrious person at the time he entered the salons of the Café de Foy. Ulric’s arrival caused a great stir among the assembled company. The men rose to their feet and greeted him with well-bred courtesy. But the eyes of the women, inquisitive to the point of impropriety, were fixed brazenly on the Comte de Rouvres for fully five minutes, leaving him almost disconcerted by the onslaught of their stares. “Come now, my late lamented friend,” said Tristan, leading Ulric to the seat that had been reserved for him next to Fanny, “raise your glass to let them know you’re back in the land of the living.” “Madame,” he added, looking at Fanny, who was motionless under her mask, “Madame will drink to that too.” “And you,” he said softly into the young woman’s ear, “remember what I told you.” Ulric took a large glass filled to the brim and cried: “I drink, …” “Remember now, Ulric - political toasts are banned,” cried Tristan. “I drink to Death,” said Ulric, raising the glass to his lips, after bowing to his masked neighbour. “And I,” replied Fanny, drinking in turn, “I drink to youth, and to love.” And like a bolt of lightning cutting through a cloud, a blazing smile lit up beneath her velvet mask. | Entry #21295 — Discuss 0 — Variant: British Winner
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The apartment of Count Ulric de Rouvres was ready on the appointed day. Ulric had arranged for three of the most famous physicians in Paris to meet there that very night. Then he ran to fetch Rosette. She had died an hour earlier. Ulric returned to his new lodgings, where his old friend Tristan, whom he had summoned, was waiting for him with the three doctors. "Gentlemen, you may take your leave," Ulric told them. “The person on whose behalf I wished to consult you no longer exists.” Remaining with Count Ulric, Tristan did not attempt to ease the man’s grief, but offered brotherly support. He arranged Rosette’s funeral, a grand affair to the amazement of the entire hospital. He purchased the possessions that the girl had brought with her and which had become the property of the administration after her death. Among them was the poor girl's only remaining article of clothing, the little blue dress. Tristan also had a piece of Ulric's furniture, from when he was living with Rosette, transported to a room in his new apartment. A few days later, Ulric left for England, determined to die. Such was the history of this personage when he entered the premises of the Café de Foy. Ulric's arrival caused a considerable stir among the assembled guests. The gentlemen rose and offered him the courteous greeting of men of the world. The ladies, curious to the point of indiscretion, stared unabashedly for five minutes at Count Rouvres, who was nearly embarrassed under the battery of their gaze. "Come on, you old corpse," said Tristan, seating Ulric in the place reserved for him beside Fanny, "why not toast your return to the land of the living? Madame will give you cause," added Tristan, indicating Fanny, motionless behind her mask. Then he whispered in the young woman's ear, "Don’t forget what I suggested." Ulric raised a large glass, filled to the brim, and exclaimed, "I drink to.... "No political toasts!" shouted Tristan. "I drink to Death," said Ulric, raising the glass to his lips after tipping it to the masked lady at his side. "And I," replied Fanny, sipping in turn, “drink to youth and love." And like lightning rending a cloud, a fiery smile flashed under her velvet mask. | Entry #19492 — Discuss 0 — Variant: Not specified Finalist
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On the appointed day, the apartment of Count Ulric of Rouvres was ready. That evening, Ulric invited three of the most celebrated physicians in Paris. He then rushed off to fetch Rosette. The girl had passed away just an hour before. Ulric returned to his new home, where his old friend Tristan, whom he had called for earlier, was waiting for him together with the three physicians. “You can leave gentlemen”, Ulric told them. The person I wanted you to see is no longer with us. Tristan stayed alone with Count Ulric, making no attempt to ease his pain but sharing it like a brother. It was he who orchestrated the splendid funeral service for Rosette, to the great surprise of the entire hospital. He purchased the items that the young girl had taken with her and which, after her death, had become the property of the State. One of these items was a small blue dress, the poor dead girl’s only remaining one. He was also responsible for having Ulric’s old furniture, from when he stayed with Rosette, moved to a room in his new apartment. It was a few days later that Ulric, set on dying, left for England. Such was this character’s past as he entered the rooms of the Café de Foy. Ulric’s entry caused quite a stir amongst those gathered. The men rose and greeted him in the courteous manner of people of the world. The women, meanwhile, brazenly left the Count of Rouvres feeling quite ill-at-ease for five minutes under a barrage of stares, their curiosity verging on indiscretion. “Come on, my dear departed”, said Tristan, seating Ulric in his allotted place beside Fanny. “Let’s toast your return to the land of the living.” “Madam here,” added Tristan, gesturing to Fanny, expressionless behind her mask, “Will enlighten you”. “And you”, he whispered in the young woman’s ear, “remember what I suggested”. Ulric took a large glass, filled to the brim, and exclaimed: “I drink to….. “Don’t forget that political toasts are forbidden”, Tristan called out to him. “I drink to Death”, said Ulric, putting the glass to his lips after toasting the masked lady beside him. “And I,” responded Fanny, also taking a sip… “drink to youth, to love.” And like a flash of lightning ripping through a cloud, a passionate smile lit up behind her velvet mask. | Entry #21460 — Discuss 0 — Variant: British Finalist
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On the appointed day Count Ulric de Rouvres’ apartment was ready and that same evening he asked three of the best-known doctors in Paris to meet him there. Then he ran to fetch Rosette. She had just passed away, only an hour before. On returning to his new apartment, Ulric found his old friend Tristan, who had been called at his request, waiting for him with the three doctors. “You may leave, gentlemen” Ulric told them. “The person I wished to consult you about is no longer with us”. Left alone with Count Ulric, Tristan did not try to ease his suffering but instead he shared in it, just as a brother would. It was he who supervised the magnificent funeral that Rosette was given, much to the surprise of everyone at the hospital. He bought back the items the young woman had brought with her which had become the property of the administration after her death. Amongst these items was the little blue dress, the only one left to the poor deceased. It was also thanks to him that the furniture which had belonged to Ulric when he lived with Rosette was taken to a room of his new apartment. A few days later Ulric left for England, having made up his mind to end his life. Such were the events leading up to this character's arrival at the rooms in the Café de Foy. Ulric’s entrance caused a great stir amongst the assembled company. The men stood up and gave him the polite bow used in society. As for the women, they made no bones about retaining the slightly embarrassed count of Rouvres under their insistent gaze for five minutes, their curiosity bordering on indiscretion. “Come, my dear departed” said Tristan, seating Ulric at the place reserved for him next to Fanny. “Make a toast to show that you are back in the world of the living. Madame will reply to your toast” he added indicating Fanny, motionless beneath her mask. “And you, don’t forget what I told you”, he whispered into the young woman’s ear. Ulric lifted a large glass full to the brim and cried out, “I drink ….” “Don’t forget that political toasts are not allowed!” Tristan shouted to him. “I drink to Death” said Ulric, lifting the glass to his lips after nodding to his masked neighbour. “As for me”, said Fanny taking her turn to drink, “I drink to youth and to love”. A radiant smile flashed beneath her velvet mask, like lightening piercing a cloud. | Entry #15823 — Discuss 0 — Variant: British Finalist
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On the set date, Count Ulric de Rouvres' apartment was made ready. Ulric arranged to meet three of the most famous doctors in Paris there that evening. Then he ran to fetch Rosette. She had died just an hour ago. Ulric returned to his new lodgings, where he found his old friend Tristan, whom he'd had called, and who was waiting for him with the three doctors. "You may leave, gentlemen," Ulric told them. "The person for whom I wished to consult with you is no longer with us." Tristan, who had remained alone with Count Ulric, did not try to ease his pain, but shared in it like a brother. It was he who organised the wonderful funeral service for Rosette, much to the amazement of the whole hospital. He repurchased the objects that the young girl had brought with her and which, after her death, had become the property of the administration. Among these objects was her little blue dress, the only one the poor deceased girl had left. It was also he who arranged for Ulric's old furniture, from when he resided with Rosette, to be transported to a room in his new apartment. It was a few days later that Ulric, determined to die, left for England. Such was this individual's past history when he entered the salons of the Café de Foy. Ulric's arrival caused great commotion amongst the gathering. The men stood and greeted him courteously, like worldly people. As for the women, they stared shamelessly for five minutes at the Count de Rouvres, who was somewhat ill-at-ease under the weight of their stares, which were curious to the point of indiscretion. "Come on, my dearly departed," said Tristan, making Ulric sit in the place that had been reserved for him next to Fanny, "announce your return to the land of the living with a toast. Madam," added Tristan, indicating Fanny, motionless under her mask, "madam will drink with you." "And you," he whispered in the young lady's ear, "do not forget what I advised you." Ulric took a large glass, filled to the brim, and exclaimed, "I drink..." "Don't forget that political toasts are forbidden," Tristan called to him. "I drink to Death," said Ulric, bringing the glass to his lips after having raised it to his masked neighbour. "And I," replied Fanny, drinking in turn, "I drink to youthfulness, and to love." And, like a bolt of lightning that rips through a cloud, a dazzling smile lit up beneath her velvet mask. | Entry #15722 — Discuss 0 — Variant: UK Finalist
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The following entries were not selected by peers to advance to finals-round voting.On the agreed day, Count Ulric de Rouvres' apartment was ready. Ulric invited three of the most famous doctors in Paris to meet him there that same evening. Then he hurried off to see Rosette. She had died just an hour previously. Ulric returned to his new home, where he found his old friend Tristan, whom he had called, waiting for him with the three doctors. “You can go now, gentlemen”, Ulric said to the doctors. “The person I wanted to consult you about no longer exists.” Left alone with Count Ulric, Tristan did not try to ease his pain, but rather shared in it with him like a brother. It was he who directed the splendid funeral which was provided for Rosette, much to the astonishment of the whole hospital. He bought back the objects that the young girl had brought with her, and which, after her death, had become the property of the estate. Among these objects was the little blue dress, the only one that the poor deceased girl had left. In addition, he arranged for Ulric’s old furniture from the time he lived with Rosette to be moved into a room in his new apartment. Ulric, who had resolved to die, would leave for England a few days later. Such was the background of this person at the moment he entered Foy’s coffee house. Ulric’s arrival caused quite a stir among the people gathered there. The men got up and greeted him with the courtesy of people in fashionable society. As for the women, they kept staring brazenly at the somewhat embarrassed Count de Rouvres for a full five minutes, with a curiosity which bordered on indiscretion. “Come, my dear departed friend”, said Tristan as he sat Ulric down in the seat which had been reserved for him next to Fanny, “propose a toast to mark your return to the land of the living. This lady”, he added indicating Fanny, who remained motionless behind her mask, “this lady will raise a glass to you”. And he whispered into the young woman’s ear, “Don’t forget my advice to you.” Ulric lifted a large glass filled to the brim and exclaimed: “A toast...” “Don’t forget that political toasts are not allowed”, Tristan called out to him. “I propose a toast to Death”, said Ulric, bringing the glass up to his lips after greeting his masked neighbour. “And I”, answered Fanny drinking in turn, “I drink to youth, to love.” And, like a lightning bolt ripping through a cloud, a radiant smile suddenly shone behind her velvet mask. | Entry #15784 — Discuss 0 — Variant: UK
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The apartment of Count Ulric de Rouvres had been prepared on the appointed day. Ulric arranged for a meeting there that evening with three of the most famous doctors in Paris. Then he hurried off to get Rosette. She had just died an hour earlier. Ulric returned to his new apartment, where he found his old friend Tristan, whom he had sent for, waiting for him with the three doctors. “You may leave, gentlemen,” Ulric said to them. “The person I wished to consult you about is no more.” Tristan remained alone with Count Ulric. He made no attempt to soothe his grief, but rather shared in it like a brother. He was the one who oversaw the magnificent funeral that was held for Rosette, to the great astonishment of the whole hospital. He bought back the things that the young girl had taken with her and that had become the property of the administration after her death. Among these things was the little blue dress, the only one the poor deceased girl had left. He also saw to it that Tristan’s old furniture, from when he was living with Rosette, was moved to a room in his new apartment. It was not many days later that Ulric, determined to die, left for England. Such was the story of this individual at the time he entered the salons of the Café de Foy. Ulric’s arrival caused a great stir at the gathering. The men stood up and gave him a courtly bow, like worldly people. As for the women, for five minutes they brazenly subjected the almost embarrassed Count de Rouvres to the battery of their stares, which were curious to the point of indiscretion. Seating Ulric at the place that had been reserved for him next to Fanny, Tristan said, “Come on, my dear departed, mark your return to the world of the living with a toast. Madame,” he added, referring to Fanny, who was motionless beneath her mask, “Madame will drink to you. And you,” he said quietly into the ear of the young woman, “do not forget what I have advised you.” Ulric picked up a large glass filled to the brim and cried out, “I drink—” “Do not forget that political toasts are forbidden!” Tristan shouted to him. Ulric bowed to his masked neighbor, then, bringing the glass to his lips, said, “I drink to Death.” “And me,” Fanny replied, drinking in turn, “I drink to youth, to love.” And, like a flash of lightning ripping open a cloud, a blazing smile lit up beneath her velvet mask. | Entry #21209 — Discuss 0 — Variant: US
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On the appointed day, Count Ulrich de Rouvres' apartment was ready. Ulrich had arranged a meeting there that same evening with three of the most renowned physicians in Paris. Then he ran to fetch Rosette. She had just died an hour before. Ulrich returned to his former lodgings, where he found his old friend Tristan, whom he had already called, and who was waiting for him with the three doctors. "You may now take your leave, gentlemen," said Ulrich to the doctors. "The person concerning whom I wished to consult you is no longer with us". Tristan, now alone with Count Ulrich, made no effort to ease his friend's pain, but, like a brother, he made it his own. It was Tristan who organized Rosette’s splendid funeral ceremony, to the utter amazement of the entire hospital. He also bought back the objects which the young girl had brought with her and which, upon her death, had become the property of the hospital. Among these objects there was a little blue dress, the only one the poor girl, now deceased, still had. He also saw to it that the furniture that had belonged to Ulrich while he was still living with Rosette was placed in a room in his new apartment. It was just a few days later when Ulrich, now resolved to die, was leaving for England. Such were the events in the life of this man that immediately preceded his arrival in the café de Foy. Ulrich’s appearance caused a great stir among those present. The men rose to their feet and addressed him with the courtesy that was customary in such society. As for the women, they stared brazenly at the somewhat embarrassed Count de Rouvres for some five minutes, with an inquisitiveness bordering on indiscretion. “Come now, my dear deceased friend”, said Tristan, as he helped him to the seat that had been reserved for him next to Fanny, “Propose a toast to your return to the world of the living. “Madam,” he added, indicating Fanny, who was motionless under her mask, “Madam will drink to your health. And you”, he whispered to the young lady, “Don’t forget my advice.” Ulrich took a large glass, filled it to the brim and said loudly: “I drink … “Don’t forget that political toasts are forbidden”, Tristan shouted to him. “I drink to Death,” said Ulrich as he brought the glass to his lips, after greeting his masked neighbor. “And for my part”, replied Fanny, as she also sipped her drink … I drink to youth, to love. And just like a flash of lightning tearing through a cloud, a smile of flame lit up her face under her velvet mask. | Entry #16645 — Discuss 0 — Variant: Not specified
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On the appointed day, Count Ulric de Rouvres’ apartment was ready. That very same evening, Ulric was convening three of Paris’ most illustrious doctors. Then he rushed out to fetch Rosette. She had passed away only an hour before. Ulric returned to his new lodgings, where his old friend Tristan, whom he had sent for, was waiting for him with the three doctors. “You may leave, Gentlemen,” Ulric informed them. “The person I wanted to talk to you about is no more.” Tristan stayed behind with the Count and, rather than attempting to ease his pain, lent a brotherly hand. It was he who organized the magnificent funeral service, much to the astonishment of the whole hospital. He repurchased the belongings the young girl had brought with her and which had been handed over to the administration when she died. Among them, the little blue dress, the only one the poor thing had left. He also saw to it that Ulric’s old furniture, from when he lived with Rosette, was moved to a room in his new apartment. Not long after, Ulric, determined to die, left for England. Such were the events leading up to the moment when our character walked into the Café de Foy. Ulric’s arrival caused quite a stir amongst those present. The men stood up to pay their gentlemanly respects. As for the women, they brazenly scrutinized the Count for five minutes, bombarding him almost to the point of embarrassment with their indiscreetly inquisitive gaze. “Come, my dearly departed,” said Tristan, seating Ulric in the predesignated spot next to Fanny. “Let us toast your return to the world of the living. My lady,” he added referring to Fanny who remained impassive behind her mask, “my lady will see you right. And you,” he said softly in the ear of the young woman, “had better not forget what I suggested.” Ulric seized a large glass, filled to the brim, and bellowed, “I drink—“ “Don’t forget political toasts are not allowed!” yelled Tristan. “I drink to death,” said Ulric, acknowledging his masked companion before lifting the glass to his lips. “And I—,” Fanny responded, downing her drink, “I drink to youth and to love.” And like a lightning bolt piercing a cloud, a dazzling smile lit up beneath her velvety mask. | Entry #19982 — Discuss 0 — Variant: British
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On the appointed day, Count Ulric de Rouves’ apartment was ready. Ulric arranged for the three foremost physicians in Paris to attend that same evening. Then he ran to fetch Rosette. She had died an hour earlier. He returned to his new lodgings where his old friend Tristan had been summoned and was waiting for him with the three physicians. “You may leave, gentlemen,” Ulric said to the latter. “The person for whom I wished to consult you is no longer.” Tristan, alone with the Count, made no attempt to console him, merely remaining by his side as a brother would. It was he who organised Rosette’s splendid funeral service that astonished the entire hospital. He bought back the items that Rosette had taken with her, and which, after her death, had become state property. Among the items was the little blue dress, the only one the poor deceased girl had left. He also saw to it that Ulric’s old furnishings, from the time he had lived with Rosette, were taken to a room in his new apartment. A few days later Ulric, determined to die, departed for England. Such was the past history of our character when he stepped into the salons of the Café de Foy. His arrival caused quite a flurry amongst the gathering. The men stood and greeted him courteously as good manners dictated. The women, however, curious to the point of indiscretion, brazenly shot looks at a visibly discomfited Count de Rouves for a full five minutes. ‘Come now, my dear departed,” said Tristan, seating Ulric in the place that had been reserved for him next to Fanny, “propose a toast to mark your return to the land of the living.” “Madame,” Tristan added, gesturing towards Fanny, motionless behind her mask, “will respond.” “And you, Madame,” he whispered in the young woman’s ear. “Don’t forget the advice I have given you.” Ulric picked up a large brimming glass and declared: “I drink…” “Remember that toasts of a political nature are forbidden,” cried Tristan. “I drink to Death,” said Ulric, greeting the masked woman beside him before raising the glass to his lips. “And I,” replied Fanny, drinking in turn, “drink to youth, to love.” And, like lightning piercing a cloud, a fiery smile flashed across her velvet mask. | Entry #20990 — Discuss 0 — Variant: British
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On the appointed day, the apartment of Count Ulric de Rouvres was ready. Ulric had made an arrangement to meet there, on that same evening, three of the most celebrated physicians in Paris. Then he ran to fetch Rosette. She had died an hour earlier. Ulric returned to his new lodgings where he found his old friend Tristan, whom he had sent for, awaiting him with the three doctors. “You may leave, gentlemen,” Ulric said to them. “The person for whom I wished to consult you is no more.” Tristan alone remained with Count Ulric, making no attempt to comfort him but supporting him like a brother. It was he who arranged the splendid funeral for Rosette, much to the astonishment of the entire hospital. He brought back the objects the girl had taken with her which, on her death, had become government property. Among these was the little blue dress, the only one still owned by the poor dead girl. It was thanks to him that Ulric’s old furniture, from when he had lived with Rosette, was moved to a room in his new apartment. A few days later, having made the decision to die, Ulric left for England. This, then, was the background to his entry into the salons of the Café de Foy. Ulric’s arrival caused a great stir among those assembled. The men stood and gave him a courteous, gentlemanly greeting. The women stared at him openly for five minutes almost embarrassing the Count de Rouvres, their gaze inquisitive to the point of indiscretion. “So, my dear departed friend,” said Tristan, indicating the seat that had been reserved for Ulric next to Fanny. “Raise your glass and drink to your return to the land of the living. Madam,” he added, nodding towards Fanny, motionless beneath her mask, “will approve. And you,” he whispered in the young woman’s ear, “don’t forget what I recommended.” Ulric took a large glass, filled to the brim, and cried “I drink….” “Political toasts are forbidden, don’t forget” cried Tristan. “I drink to Death,” said Ulric, raising the glass to his lips after bowing to his masked neighbour. “And I,” replied Fanny, raising her glass in turn, “… I drink to youth, and love.” Under her velvet mask a dazzling smile lit her face, like a flash of lightning piercing a cloud. | Entry #19583 — Discuss 0 — Variant: British
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On the appointed day, Count Ulric de Rouvres’s apartment was ready. Ulric arranged for three of the most renowned doctors in Paris to meet him there that evening, and then rushed off to fetch Rosette. She had died just an hour previously. Ulric went back to his new lodgings, where he found his old friend Tristan, whom he had sent for, waiting for him with the three doctors. ‘You may go, gentlemen,’ Ulric told the doctors. ‘The person I wished to consult you about is no more.’ Left alone with Count Ulric, Tristan did not attempt to comfort him; instead, he shared in his grief as a brother would. It was he who organised the magnificent funeral that was held for Rosette, to the hospital’s great surprise. He bought back the things the young woman had taken with her, which had become the property of the administration after her death. Among these items was the little blue dress, the poor dead girl’s only remaining one. It was also he who arranged for Ulric’s old furniture, from his time living with Rosette, to be moved into a room of the new apartment. A few days later, Ulric, having resolved to die, left for England. These were the events that led up to his entrance into the salons of the Café de Foy. Ulric’s arrival caused quite a stir among the gathering. The men stood up and greeted him in the courteous manner of polite society. The women, on the other hand, almost embarrassed the Count de Rouvres with a barrage of brazen stares for a full five minutes, their curiosity bordering on nosiness. ‘Come, my dear dead friend,’ said Tristan, ushering Ulric to sit down in the place reserved for him next to Fanny. ‘Make a toast to your return to the world of the living. The lady will drink to it,’ he added, indicating Fanny, motionless behind her mask. ‘As for you,’ he whispered into the young woman’s ear, ‘don’t forget what I told you.’ Ulric held up a large glass, full to the brim, and cried: ‘I drink to--’ ‘Remember, political toasts are not allowed,’ Tristan interjected. ‘I drink to Death,’ Ulric said, raising the glass to his lips, after bowing to his masked neighbour. ‘And I,’ replied Fanny, raising her own glass, ‘I drink to youth and to love.’ And then, like a flash of lightning breaking through a cloud, a bright smile flashed out from beneath her velvet mask. | Entry #21512 — Discuss 0 — Variant: Not specified
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On the appointed day the apartment of Count Ulric de Rouvres was ready . Ulric asked three of the most renowned doctors in Paris to meet him that very night. Then he ran to fetch Rosette. She had just died an hour before. Ulric came back to his new lodgings. There he found his old friend Tristan, whose presence he had requested, waiting with the three doctors. Gentlemen, you may leave, said Ulric to them. The person I wanted to see you about is no more. Left alone with Count Ulric, Tristan did not try to assuage his pain, but he shared it like a brother. It was him who organised the splendid funeral service for Rosette, to the great astonishment of everyone at the hospital. He bought back all the things that the young woman had taken with her, and which following her death, had become the property of the administrative department. Among these was the little blue dress, the only one that the poor deceased still possessed. He also arranged for Ulric's old furniture from when he lived with Rosette, to be brought back and placed into one of the rooms in his new apartment. Barely a few days later, Ulric, determined to die, left for England. Such was the history of this character when he entered the salons of the Café de Foy. The arrival of Ulric caused quite a stir among the gathering. The men stood up and gave him the polite nod of men of the world. As for the women, curious to the point of indiscretion, they stared for five minutes at the Count de Rouvres so insolently and insistently that he was almost embarrassed. -Now, my dear deceased, said Tristan while he made Ulric sit on the chair reserved for him near Fanny, please announce your return to the world of the living with a toast. My lady, added Tristan pointing to Fanny, motionless under her mask, will drink a glass to your health. And, he whispered in the ear of the young woman, don't forget the recommendation I gave you. Ulric took a big glass full to the brim and shouted: -I drink... -Don't forget that political toasts are forbidden, Tristan reminded him. -I drink to Death, said Ulric bringing the glass to his lips, after having bowed to his masked companion. -And I, answered Fanny taking a sip in turn...drink to youth and love. And like a bolt of lightning spearing a cloud, a blazing smile appeared under her velvet mask. | Entry #19567 — Discuss 0 — Variant: British
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On the appointed day, count Ulric de Rouvres’ apartment was ready. Ulric arranged for three of the most prominent physicians in Paris to call there that same evening. Then he ran to get Rosette. She had died just an hour before. Ulric returned to his new lodgings, finding there his old friend Tristan, whom he had sent for, and who was waiting for him with the three doctors. ‘You may retire, gentlemen’, Ulric said to the doctors. ‘The person for whom I wished to consult you no longer exists.’ Tristan, who had remained alone with count Ulric, did not attempt to soothe his grief but joined in it fraternally. It was he who directed the grand funeral they gave Rosette, to the great amazement of all the hospital. He bought back the items that the young girl had brought with her, and which, after her death, had become the property of the management. Among these was the little blue dress, the only one the poor late girl had been left with. It was Tristan, too, who arranged for Ulric’s old furniture, from the time of his cohabitation with Rosette, to be transported to a room of his new apartment. It was a few days later that Ulric, resolved to die, would leave for England. Such was the history of this personage at the moment of his entry into the salons of the Café de Foy. Ulric’s arrival caused a great stir among the company. The men rose and greeted him in the polite manner of society gentlemen. The women, on the other hand, brazenly kept the comte de Rouvres near to embarrassment for five minutes under the sustained fire of their stares, curious to the point of indiscretion. ‘Now then, my dear departed’, said Tristan, inviting Ulric to sit in the place that had been reserved for him next to Fanny, ‘why don’t you announce your return to the world of the living with a toast. Madame’, he added with a gesture towards Fanny, motionless behind her mask, ‘Madame shall give you the reply.’ Ulric took hold of a large glass filled to the brim and exclaimed: ‘I drink—’ ‘Do not forget that political toasts are not allowed!’, Tristan called out to him. ‘I drink to Death’, said Ulric lifting the glass to his lips, after paying his respects to his masked neighbour. ‘And I...’, replied Fanny, drinking in turn, ‘I drink to youth, to love.’ And like a thunderbolt tearing through a cloud, an incandescent smile caught flame underneath her velvet mask. | Entry #21598 — Discuss 0 — Variant: British
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Count Ulric de Rouvres’ apartment was ready on the agreed date. It was there that he arranged to meet three of the most renowned doctors in Paris that same evening. Then he went to collect Rosette. She had passed away just an hour earlier. Ulric returned to his new lodgings to find his old friend Tristan, whom he had called, and who was waiting together with the three doctors. “Gentlemen, there is no need for me to detain you any longer”, Ulric told them. “The person about whom I wished to consult you is no longer with us.” Alone with the Count, Tristan made no attempt to soothe his pain, but shared his sorrow as a brother would. It was he who conducted the splendid funeral for Rosette, much to the surprise of those at the hospital. He re-acquired the possessions the young girl had brought with her, which after her death had passed to the administration. Amongst the objects was a little blue dress, her last remaining one. He also ensured that Ulric’s old furniture – from when he lived with Rosette – was moved into one of the rooms in the new apartment. Only a few days later Ulric left for England, having resolved to die. Such were the events leading to point when he walked into the Cafe de Foy. Ulric’s arrival caused great commotion amongst those present. The men rose and extended to him the greetings common between gentlemen. The ladies, curiosity getting the better of their manners, subjected the count to the full onslaught of their gaze for a whole five minutes, making him feel decidedly ill at ease. “Come, my tortured soul”, said Tristan, motioning to Ulric to sit down in the seat he had saved for him next to Fanny, “and mark your return to the world of the living with a toast. Madame will join you”, he added, indicating Fanny, expressionless beneath her mask. “And you”, he whispered to the young woman, “don’t forget my counsel.” Ulric picked up a large glass filled to the brim and proclaimed “I’ll drink to...” “Remember political toasts are forbidden” interrupted Tristan. “...To death”, said Ulric, and after having toasted his masked neighbour he raised the glass to his lips. “And l”, replied Fanny raising her glass to drink “...will drink to youth, and to love”. As lightening rips through a cloud, so a smile flashed beneath her velvet mask. | Entry #20017 — Discuss 0 — Variant: UK
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On the appointed day, Count Ulrich de Rouvres’ flat was ready. Ulrich was having a meeting that evening with three of the most distinguished doctors in Paris. So he hurried off in search of Rosette. She had just died an hour ago. Ulrich came back to his new dwelling, where he found his old friend Tristan, whom he had summoned, and who was waiting with the three doctors. “You may go home, gentlemen,” Ulrich told them. “The person I wanted to consult with you about has passed away.” Tristan, left alone with Count Ulrich, did not try to ease his pain, but shared it like a brother. It was he who handled the splendid services for Rosette, to the great astonishment of the entire hospital. He bought back the items the young woman had brought with her, and which, upon her death, had became the property of the management. Amongst these items was a little blue dress, the only one the poor deceased had left. He also made sure that Ulrich’s old furniture, from when he lived with Rosette, was transported to one of the rooms of the new flat. A few days later Ulrich, who just wanted to die, left for England. Such was the background of this person when he entered the halls of the Café de Foy. Ulrich’s arrival caused a great stir amongst those assembled. The men stood and gave him the courteous salute common to worldly people. As for the women, they brazenly spent the next five minutes staring at the Count de Rouvres, who was almost embarrassed by the intensity of their looks, curious to the point of indiscretion. “Come on, old chap,” said Tristan as he led Ulrich to the place he had reserved for him next to Fanny, “give us a toast to celebrate your return to the world of the living.” “Madame,” added Tristan pointing to Fanny, motionless under her mask, “Madame will join you in a toast.” “And you,” he whispered into the young woman’s ear, “don’t forget what I told you.” Ulrich picked up a large glass filled to the brim and cried out: “I drink....” “Don’t forget that political toasts are not allowed,” called out Tristan. “I drink to death,” said Ulrich as he brought the glass to his lips after saluting his masked neighbour. “And I,” answered Fanny when her turn came to drink... “I drink to youth, to love.” And, just as a flash of lightning tears across a cloud, a brilliant smile flashed under her velvet mask. | Entry #15661 — Discuss 0 — Variant: Not specified
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On the appointed day, the apartment of Count Ulric of Rouvres was made up. Ulric arranged for three of the most renowned doctors in Paris to meet him there that very evening. Then he hurried to fetch Rosette. She had just died in the previous hour. Ulric returned to his new lodgings where he found his old friend Tristan, whom he had sent for, waiting for him with the three doctors. “You may take your leave, gentlemen,” Ulric said to them. “The person I wished to consult you about is no longer in existence.” Tristan remained alone with count Ulric. He did not try to ease his pain, but shared in it as a brother. It was he who directed the splendid funeral that was given to Rosette, to the great astonishment of the entire hospital. He bought back the objects which the young girl had taken with her and which had become the administration’s property after her death. Amongst these objects was the little blue dress, the only one the poor deceased girl had left. He also made arrangements for the old furnishings which Ulric had used while he resided with Rosette to be moved into a room in his new apartment. It was but a few days later that Ulric left for England, intent on dying. Such was the history of this character as he entered the salons of the café de Foy. Ulric’s arrival provoked a great reaction in the crowd. The men stood up and accorded him the courteous greeting of good society. As for the women, for five minutes they brazenly held the count of Rouvres under the battery of their gazes, curious to the point of indiscretion, so that he felt almost abashed. “Come, dear departed one,” said Tristan, leading Ulric to the seat that had been reserved for him near Fanny, “proclaim your return to the land of the living with a toast. Madame,” added Tristan, indicating Fanny, motionless under her mask, “Madame will favour you with her support.” “As for you,” he murmured low into the young lady’s ear “don’t forget my advice.” Ulric took a large glass filled to the brim and cried out: “Here’s to…” “Don’t forget that political toasts are forbidden,” Tristan called out to him. “Here’s to Death,” said Ulric, lifting the glass to his lips after raising it to his masked neighbour. “And here,” replied Fanny, drinking in turn… “Here’s to youth, here’s to love.” And like a bolt of lightning rending a cloud, a blazing smile flared up under her velvet mask. | Entry #18835 — Discuss 0 — Variant: British
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On the appointed day, Count Ulric of Rouvres' apartment was prepared. Ulric made an appointment with three famous Paris doctors at the apartment for that same evening. Then he ran to fetch Rosette. She had just died one hour earlier. Ulric returned to his new apartment where he met his old friend Tristan, whom he had asked to be called and who was waiting for him with the three doctors. “Gentlemen, you can leave,” said Ulric to the doctors. “The person for whom I wanted to consult you no longer lives.” Tristan, left alone with Count Ulric, did not try to soothe his pain but shared it as a brother. He was the one who directed the magnificent funeral service organised for Rosette, much to the astonishment of the entire Hospital. He bought back all the objects the young girl had brought with her, objects which, after her death, had reverted to the administration. Among the objects was a little blue dress, the only one the poor deceased lady had left. Ulric also had the furniture, which belonged to him when he was staying with Rosette, transported to a room in his new apartment. That was a few days before Ulric, determined to die, left for England. These made up the history of this character at the time he was entering the Cafe de Foy saloons. Ulric's arrival caused a stir among the attendance. The men stood up and extended the courteous greetings characteristic of the people of the world. As for the women, they shamelessly kept the Count of Rouvres almost embarrassed for five full minutes, staring at him with curiosity and even indiscretion. “Come on, my dear departed fellow,” said Tristran as he made Ulric take the seat reserved for him at Fanny's side, "mark your return to the world of the living with a toast. Madam,” Tristan added, pointing to Fanny who remained motionless under her mask, “madam will give you a reason to.” And you", he whispered in the young woman's ear, “Don’t forget what I recommended”. Ulric took a large glass filled to the brim and cried out: “Let’s drink …” “Do not forget that political toasts are forbidden”, cried Tristan in reply. “Let’s drink to Death" said Ulric, raising the glass to his lips after saluting his masked neighbour. “And I," replied Fanny as she drank in turn, "I am drinking to youth, to love." And like lightening flashing through the clouds, a bright smile illuminated her velvet mask. | Entry #20230 — Discuss 0 — Variant: UK
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On the scheduled day, Count Ulric de Rouvres’s apartment was ready. Ulric arranged a meeting for that very evening, with three of the most famous doctors in Paris. Then he ran off to look for Rosette. She had died an hour ago. Ulric returned to his new lodgings where he saw his old friend Tristan, whom he had called, and who was waiting for him along with the three doctors. You may leave, Gentlemen, Ulric said to them. The person that I wanted you to consult on is no longer with us. . Tristan, now alone with Count Ulric, didn’t try to assuage his pain, but he empathized in a brotherly way. It was he who arranged the splendid funeral for Rosette, to the great astonishment of the entire hospital. He bought back the items she had brought with her, items which had become the property of the Administration after her death. One of these objects was a little blue dress, the only one that remained to the poor departed one. Also by means of his efforts, the old furniture that Ulric had when he had lived with Rosette, was placed in one room of his new apartment. It was a few days after this that Ulric, having decided to die, left for England. Such were the events preceding the entrance of this person into the lounge of the Foy café. Ulric’s arrival caused a stir among those present. Men got up and courteously greeted him as people of the world do. As for the women, they gazed brazenly at the Count of Rouvres for a full 5 minutes, with a curiosity bordering on indiscretion, as he endured with embarrassment the intensity of their gazes. “All right, my dearly deceased one,” said Tristan, as he seated Ulric in the chair that had been reserved for him next to Fanny, “ Celebrate with a toast, your return to the world of the living.” “Madam… “ he said, pointing to Fanny, who was frozen behind her mask..” will also drink a toast.” “And you, “ he whispered in the young woman’s ear, “don’t forget what I suggested to you.” Ulric held up a big glass filled to the brim and exclaimed: “I drink…” “Don’t forget that political toasts are forbidden.” Tristan shouted to him. “ I drink to Death, “ said Ulric as he lifted the glass to his lips, after having greeted the masked lady at his side. “And I,” replied Fanny, as she drank in turn…” I drink to youth, to love.” And like a bolt of lightning that splits a cloud, a smile—bright as a flame—lit up her face beneath her velvet mask. | Entry #19297 — Discuss 0 — Variant: Not specified Sjedinjene Američke Države
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On the appointed date, Count Ulric de Rouvres’s apartment was ready. Ulric summoned three of the most famous doctors in Paris to meet there that very night. Then he hurried off to fetch Rosette. She had died an hour earlier. Ulric returned to his new accomodations, where he encountered his old friend Tristan, for whom he had called and who, along with the three doctors, was waiting for him. “Gentlemen, you may leave,” Ulric said to them. “The person regarding whom I wished to consult with you has expired.” Tristan, who remained alone with Count Ulric, did not attempt to ease his pain, but sympathized with it in a brotherly way. It was he who directed the grand funeral service for Rosette, to the great astonishment of the entire hospital. He bought back the objects that the young girl had brought with her, which, upon her death, had become the property of the administration. Among these objects was the little blue dress, the only one that the poor deceased had left. He took pains as well to have Ulric’s old furniture, from the time when he had resided with Rosette, transported to a room in his new apartment. It was but a few days later that Ulric, determined to die, left for England. Such was the young man’s background at the moment when he entered the rooms of the Café de Foy. Ulric’s arrival caused quite a commotion among those assembled. The men rose to their feet and gave him the courteous greeting of fashionable people. As for the ladies, for five minutes the Count de Rouvres was almost embarrassed by the assault of their shameless stares, curious to the point of indiscretion. “Come, then, dearly departed,” said Tristan, seating Ulric at the place reserved for him beside Fanny, “signal your return to the land of the living with a toast. Madame,” Tristan added, pointing to Fanny, who was immobile beneath her mask, “Madame will drink right along with you. And you,” he murmured in the young lady’s ear, “don’t forget what I recommended to you.” Ulric took a large glass filled to the brim and cried: “I drink…” “Don’t forget that political toasts are forbidden,” shouted Tristan. “I drink to Death,” Ulric said, bringing the glass to his lips, after greeting his masked neighbor. “And I,” Fanny replied, drinking in her turn, “I drink to youth, to love.” And like a lightning bolt tearing through a cloud, a fiery smile shone beneath her velvet mask. | Entry #19904 — Discuss 0 — Variant: US
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When the day arrived, Count Ulric de Rouvres had made sure his apartment was ready. He arranged for three of the most famous Parisian doctors to arrive that very evening. The count rushed to get Rosette. She had been dead for an hour. Ulric returned to his new lodging. His old friend Tristan, who had been told to come, was waiting along with the three physicians. “You may go now, my good men,” Ulric told the doctors. “The one for whom I sought your help is no longer with us.” Remaining with the count, Tristan did not try to soothe his pain, but offered him brotherly sympathy. He was the one to direct the grand funeral given in Rosette’s honor, much to the surprise of the entire hospital. He also purchased those items the young girl had taken with her, which had passed to the management after her death. Among them was a little blue dress, the only one still belonging to the unfortunate girl. As for the furniture Ulric owned while living with Rosette, Tristan made arrangements for it to be sent to the count’s new residence. Not long after this, Ulric left for England, determined to leave this world. Such were the personal details known about him as he made his way through the Café de Foy. Ulric’s arrival provoked much commotion among those present. Men rose to proffer the courtly greetings befitting well-bred people. As to the women, for five minutes they kept the count of Rouvres almost overwhelmed by their constant observation, curious to the point of indiscretion. “Come now, my departed friend,” said Tristan as he beckoned Ulric to take his assigned seat near Fanny. “Make a toast to announce your return to the world of the living. Madam,” he continued, waving toward Fanny, who was motionless under her mask, “she will toast to your health.” Whispering into the young woman’s ear, he said “And you must remember what I suggested.” Ulric took a large glass filled to the brim, and cried out: “I drink…” “Remember—there are no political speeches here!” Tristan shouted. “I drink to Death,” Ulric said as he brought the glass to his lips, after nodding courteously to the masked woman. “Well, I…” Fanny replied as she took a drink in kind, “I will drink to youth, and to love.” Then, like a flash of lightning across the sky, a passionate smile lit up her face below the felt mask. | Entry #21206 — Discuss 0 — Variant: US
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On the appointed day, the apartment of Count Ulric de Rouvres was ready. Ulric had arranged to meet three of the most renowned physicians in Paris there that very evening. He then ran to find Rosette. She had just died one hour before. Ulric returned to his new home to find his old friend Tristan, whom he had sent for, waiting for him with the three physicians. Ulric addressed them. “Gentlemen, you may go.” “The person I wanted to consult you about is no longer with us.” Alone with Count Ulric, Tristan did not attempt to ease his pain, but joined him in his sorrow, like a brother. It was Tristan who arranged the magnificent funeral for Rosette, to the amazement of the whole hospital. He purchased the personal effects the young girl had brought with her which, after her death, had become the property of the hospital administration. Among these effects was the little blue dress, the only one the poor dead girl had left. He was also responsible for moving Ulric’s old furniture, from when he lived with Rosette, to a room in his new apartment. It was a few days later that Ulric, determined to end his life, left for England. Such was this character’s background story when he entered the Café de Foy coffee rooms. Ulric’s arrival caused a great commotion among those gathered. The men rose and greeted him in the courteous manner of society people. But the ladies held the almost embarrassed Count de Roubres under the impudent battery of their gaze for a full five minutes, curious to the point of indiscretion. “Come, my dear departed one”, said Tristan, motioning Ulric to sit at the place reserved for him alongside Fanny, “make a toast to signal your return to the land of the living.” “Madam”, added Tristan, pointing at Fanny who was motionless beneath her mask, “madam will help you forget. “And you”, he whispered into the young woman's ear, “remember what I told you.” Ulric took a large glass filled to the brim and exclaimed: “I propose a toast... “Don’t forget that political toasts are forbidden”, cried Tristan. to Death”, said Ulric bringing the glass to his lips, after raising it to his masked companion. “And I”, replied Fanny, drinking in turn, “propose a toast to youth and love." And like a flash of lightning ripping through a cloud, the spark of a smile caught fire beneath her velvet mask. | Entry #18049 — Discuss 0 — Variant: UK
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On the appointed day, Count Ulric de Rouvres' apartment was made ready. Ulric arranged for three of the most renowned doctors in Paris to meet him there that evening. Then he hurried off to fetch Rosette. But Rosette had died an hour ago. Ulric returned to his new abode, where he found his old friend Tristan, whom he had had summoned, waiting with the three doctors. — You may leave, Sirs, said Ulric to the doctors. The person about whom I wished to consult you is no more. Tristan, left alone with Count Ulric, made no attempt to soothe Ulric's sadness, but shared his grief in a brotherly way. He personally arranged a splendid funeral for Rosette, to the astonishment of the whole hospital. He purchased the items that Rosette had brought with her; after her death, these items had become the property of the administration. Among them was her little blue dress, the poor deceased girl's only remaining dress. He also arranged for the furniture that had belonged to Ulric when he was living with Rosette to be delivered to a room in his new apartment. A few days later, Ulric left for England, his mind set on dying. Such were the events in the life of this character prior to his arrival among the assembled guests at the Café de Foy, which created quite a stir. The men all stood up and greeted him politely, as is customary for men of the world, while the women stared at the Count de Rouvres for a good five minutes, making him uncomfortable beneath their gaze, curious to the point of indiscretion. — Come, my dear departed one, said Tristan, inviting Ulric to sit in the seat he had saved for him next to Fanny. Drink a toast to mark your return to the land of the living! This lady – he added, gesturing towards Fanny, who was motionless under her mask – this lady will convince you that you were right. And whispered in her ear: —Don't forget my suggestions! Ulric raised a large, brimming glass and cried: —I drink to … —Don't forget that political toasts are forbidden, Tristan said to him. — I drink to Death, said Ulric, raising the glass to his lips, after acknowledging his masked neighbour. — And Fanny replied, raising her glass in turn … I drink to youth and love. And, like lightning ripping through a cloud, a smile flickered under her velvet mask. | Entry #21065 — Discuss 0 — Variant: British
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On the appointed day, Count Ulric de Rouvres' flat was ready. Ulric arranged to meet three of the most renowned doctors in Paris that same evening. Then he hurried off to get Rosette. She had been dead for an hour. Ulric returned to his flat, where he found his old friend Tristan, whom he had had called, and who was waiting with the three doctors. "You may leave, kind sirs," Ulric told them. "The person on whose behalf I wished to consult you is no longer with us". Tristan, alone with Count Ulric, did not try to assuage his grief, but shared it in brotherly fashion. He it was who directed the splendid funeral arranged for Rosette, to the great amazement of the whole hospital. He bought the objects the girl had taken with her and which, after her death, had become the property of the administration. Among these objects was the little blue dress, the poor defunct's last and only one. He also arranged for the old furniture of Ulric's while he had been living with Rosette to be taken to a room in his new flat. It was a few days later that Ulric, having decided to die, left for England. Such was the background of this character at the time of his entry into the rooms of the café de Foy. The arrival of Ulric caused a great stir in the assembly. The men stood up and offered the courteous greetings of worldly people. As for the women, they gazed brazenly for five minutes at the comte de Rouvres almost at a loss under the battery of their stares, curious to the point of indiscretion. "Come, my dear defunct", said Tristan, seating Ulric in the place that had been reserved next to Fanny, "Announce with a toast your return to the world of the living". "Madam", added Tristan, indicating Fanny, immobile under her mask, "Madam will prove you right". "And you", he whispered into the young woman's ear, "Don't forget what I told you". Ulric took hold of a large glass filled to the brim and declared: "I drink ..." "Remember that political toasts are forbidden", cried Tristan. "I drink to Death", said Ulric, raising the glass to his lips, after acknowledging his masked neighbour. "And I", said Fanny, drinking in turn, "I drink to youth, to love". And like lightning ripping through a cloud, a flame of a smile lit up under her velvet mask. | Entry #18235 — Discuss 0 — Variant: British
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At the agreed date, Count Ulric de Rouvres' apartment was ready. Ulric invited three of Paris' most celebrated doctors to meet him there that very evening. Then he hurried to fetch Rosette. She had been dead for an hour. Ulric came back to his new lodgings, where he found his old friend Tristan, whom he had summoned, waiting for him in the company of the three doctors. "You may leave, gentlemen," Ulric told the latter. "The person on behalf of whom I wanted to consult you is no longer with us." Tristan, alone with Count Ulric, did not attempt to ease his pain, but shared it in a brotherly fashion. It was he who organised Rosette's magnificent funerals, astonishing everyone in the hospital. He bought back the things that the young girl had taken with her and that, after her death, had become the property of the authorities. Amongst these was the small blue dress, the only one the poor departed still owned. Under his care, Ulric's old furniture, when he was staying with Rosette, was moved into a room in his new apartment. A few days later, Ulric, intent on dying, was leaving for England. Such were this person's antecedents, as he walked into the lounges of the café de Foy. Ulric's entrance caused a big stir in the assembled crowd. Men stood up and greeted him courteously, as gentlemen do. As for women, they insolently stared at an almost embarrassed Count of Rouvres for a good five minutes, the curiosity in their eyes bordering on indiscretion. "Come on, my dear late friend," Tristan said while directing Ulric to sit down at his reserved place at Fanny's side, "let us drink to your return to the land of the living." "Madam," Tristan added, gesturing toward Fanny, immobile behind her mask, "Madam will drink with you." "And you," he murmured into the woman's ear, "do not forget my recommendation." Ulric took a large glass filled to the brim and exclaimed: "I drink..." "Remember, political toasts will not be tolerated," Tristan shouted at him. "I drink to Death," Ulric said, bringing the glass to his lips after having saluted his masked neighbour. "And I," Fanny answered, taking a sip... "I drink to youth, to love." And, like lightning tearing apart a cloud, a fiery smile ignited under her velvet mask. | Entry #16114 — Discuss 0 — Variant: British
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On the specified day, the apartment of Comte Ulric de Rouvres was ready. Ulric arranged for three of the most renowned Parisian doctors to be present that same evening. Then he rushed off to find Rosette. She had been dead for an hour. Ulric returned to his new residence, where he found his old friend Tristan, whom he had invited, waiting there for him with the three doctors. 'You can leave now,' Ulric told them. 'The person I wished you to see is no longer of this world.' Tristan, alone with Comte Ulric, did not try to soothe his pain, but shared in it fraternally. It was he who organised Rosette's splendid funeral, to the great astonishment of all the hospital. He bought back all the objects that the girl had taken with her, and which, after her death, had become the board's property. Among these objects was the little blue dress, the last remaining one the poor deceased had possessed. He also undertook to transfer Ulrich's old furniture, from when the latter was living with Rosette, to a room in his new apartment. It was just a few days later when Ulric, bent on dying, departed for England. Such was the past history of this character when he entered the salons of the Café de Foy. Ulrich's arrival caused quite a commotion in the gathered assembly. All the men stood up and greeted him courteously, in a manner fitting of society. As for the women, they shamelessly stared, with indiscreet curiosity, for a five full minutes at the slightly embarrassed Compte de Rouvres . 'Come come, my dear defunct,' said Tristan, making Ulric sit in the place reserved for him next to Fanny, 'make a toast to your return to the world of the living. Madam,' added Tristan, pointing to Fanny, motionless under her mask, 'Madam will help you come to terms with it. And you,' he whispered into the ear of the young woman, 'remember what I told you to do.' Ulric picked up a large glass filled to the brim and he exclaimed, 'I drink to,'… 'Remember that political toasts are forbidden,' Tristan shouted to him. 'I drink to Death.' said Ulric, first acknowledging his masked neighbour and then raising the glass to his lips. 'And I,' replied Fanny, also taking a sip… 'I drink to youth, to love.' And, like lightning cutting through a cloud, a passionate smile flashed beneath her velvet mask. | Entry #20738 — Discuss 0 — Variant: British
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The apartment was made ready for Count Ulric de Rouvres on the agreed day. Ulric made arrangements to meet three of the most celebrated doctors in Paris there that very evening. Then he ran to fetch Rosette. She had died just an hour earlier. Ulric returned to his new apartment, where he found his old friend Tristan, who he had sent for, waiting for him with the three doctors. “You may leave, gentlemen,” said Ulric, addressing the doctors. “The person I wanted you to see is no longer alive.” Tristan, left alone with Count Ulric, did not try to console his grief, but shared it in a brotherly sort of way. It was he who oversaw the magnificent funeral that was held for Rosette, to the great astonishment of the whole hospital. He bought back all the things that the young girl had taken with her, and which, after her death, had become the property of the hospital administration. Among these things was the little blue dress, the only dress the poor late girl had left. Tristan also arranged to get Ulric’s old furniture from when he was living with Rosette moved into a room at his new apartment. It was a few days later that Ulric, having made up his mind to die, left for England. Such was this individual’s past history when he walked into the Cafe de Foy. Ulric’s arrival caused a great stir among those gathered in the salon. The men got up and greeted him courteously, as befitting society people. As for the women, they kept their eyes fixed brazenly for five minutes on the Count de Rouvres, who was uneasy under the onslaught of their inquisitive - bordering on indiscreet - looks. “Come, my dear departed,” said Tristan, getting Ulric to sit down in the place that had been reserved for him next to Fanny, “mark your return to the world of the living with a toast.” “This lady,” added Tristan pointing to Fanny, who was unmoving under her mask, “this lady will make you see reason.” “And you,” he said whispering in the young lady’s ear “do not forget my advice.” Ulric picked up a large glass that was full right to the brim, and cried out: “I drink...........” “Don’t forget that political toasts are forbidden,” Tristan shouted to him. “I drink to Death,” said Ulric, nodding to his masked neighbour then lifting the glass to his lips. “And me,” replied Fanny, taking a drink, “I drink to youth, to love.” And like a lightening flash that tears through a cloud, a fiery smile ignited under her velvet mask. | Entry #21851 — Discuss 0 — Variant: Not specified
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On the appointed day, Count Ulric de Rouvres’ apartment was ready. Ulric arranged to meet there on that same evening with three of the most famous doctors in Paris. Then he rushed off to find Rosette. She had just died, one hour before. Ulric returned to his new lodgings, where he found his old friend Tristan, for whom he had sent, and who was waiting for him with the three doctors. “Gentlemen, you may leave,” Ulric said to them. “The person about whom I wished to consult you is no longer with us.” Left alone with Count Ulric, Tristan did not try to ease his pain, but kept brotherly company with him. It was he who organized the splendid funeral for Rosette, to the great astonishment of the entire hospital. He redeemed the items that the young girl had taken with her and which, after her death, had become the property of the administration. Amongst these objects was the little blue dress, the only one that remained to the poor dead girl. Also thanks to him, Ulric’s old furniture, from when he lived with Rosette, was moved to a room in his new apartment. It was a few days later that Ulric, determined to die, left for England. Such was this character’s background story when he entered the rooms of the Foy coffee house. Ulric’s arrival caused a great stir amongst those assembled. The men rose to their feet and proffered a courteous greeting, like men of the world. As for the ladies, they brazenly stared at the Count of Rouvres for five minutes, almost upsetting him with the force of their gaze, curious to the point of indiscretion. “Come, my dear late friend”, said Tristan as he seated Ulric in the place that had been reserved for him next to Fanny. “Show that you are back in the land of the living with a toast. Madam,” added Tristan, addressing Fanny, immobile behind her mask, “Madam will make you see sense. And you,” he whispered into the young woman’s ear, “don’t forget what I told you.” Ulric seized a brimming glass and cried, “I drink… ”. “Don’t forget that political toasts are prohibited!” shouted Tristan. “I drink to Death,” said Ulric, raising the glass to his lips after saluting his masked neighbour. “And I,” replied Fanny, in her turn also drinking, “I drink to youth, to love.” And like a bolt of lightning that shatters a cloud, a sparkling smile broke out beneath her velvet mask. | Entry #19949 — Discuss 0 — Variant: British
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On the set day, the apartment of the Count Ulric de Rouvres was ready. Ulric sent for three of the most reputable physicians of Paris to meet him there that evening. Then he hurried to fetch Rosette. She had just died one hour ago. Ulric returned to his new place, where he found his old friend Tristan, whom he had sent for, and who was waiting for him along with the three physicians. “You may go now, Gentlemen,” Ulric said to them. “The person on account of whom I wanted to consult you is no more.” Tristan, having remained alone with Count Ulric, did not attempt to appease his pain, but, like a brother, he shared his sorrow. He himself oversaw the magnificent funeral that was given to Rosette, to the great astonishment of the entire hospital. He bought back the items the young woman had carried with her, and which, upon her death, had fallen into the public treasury. Among these items was the little blue dress, the only dress that still belonged to the poor defunct. It was also Tristan who took care of transporting Ulric’s old furniture, from when he lived with Rosette, into one room of his new apartment. It was only a few days later that Ulric, determined to die, left for England. Such was the history of this personage at the time when he entered the Café de Foy. Ulric’s arrival caused great commotion in the crowd. Gentlemen stood up and extended to him the courteous greeting of fashionable society. As to the ladies, they brazenly stared at the Count de Rouvres who felt almost embarrassed under the unveiled curiosity of their collective glance. “Come, my Dear Defunct,” Tristan said, as he motioned Ulric to the seat he had prepared for him next to Fanny, “Confirm with a toast your return into the world of the living. Madam,” Tristan added, turning towards Fanny, who remained motionless under her mask, “Madam will bring you to your senses.” “And you,” he whispered into the young woman’s ear, “do not forget my instructions.” Ulric lifted a large glass filled to the brim, and exclaimed, “I drink…” “Remember that political toasts are forbidden,” Tristan said aloud. “I drink to Death,” Ulric said, bringing the glass to his lips, after greeting his masked neighbor. “And I,” Fanny replied, also drinking … “I drink to Youth, to Love.” And as a bolt of lightning tears through the clouds, a glowing smile ignited under her velvet mask. | Entry #17342 — Discuss 0 — Variant: Not specified
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On the appointed day, Count Ulric de Rouvres’ apartment had been prepared. Ulric arranged a meeting for that very evening with three of the most famous doctors in Paris. Then he ran off to find Rosette. She had been dead for an hour. Ulric returned to his new lodging, where he found his old friend Tristan whom he had summoned and who was waiting for him with the three doctors. “You can leave now, good sirs”, Ulric informed them. “The person about whom I wished to consult you is no more”. Tristan, remaining alone with Count Ulric, did not try to assuage his pain but shared it with him fraternally. It was he who arranged a magnificent funeral for Rosette, to the great surprise of the whole hospital. He purchased back the items that the young girl had brought with her and which, after her death, had become the property of the administration. Among them, he found the little blue dress, the only one still owned by the unlucky dead girl. It was also thanks to him that Ulric’s old furniture from the time when he was living with Rosette was despatched to a room in his new apartment. A few days later, Ulric, who had decided to die, left for England. This is the history of the man who at that moment entered the salons of the Café de Foy. Ulric’s arrival caused a considerable stir among the assembled company. The men rose and bowed to him in the courteous manner of fashionable people. As for the women, they boldly detained the Comte de Rouvres for five minutes who was almost embarrassed by the plethora of their stares, since they were curious to the point of indiscretion. “Come, my dear departed”, invited Tristan, making Ulric sit at the place that had been reserved for him next to Fanny, “Make a toast to mark your return to the land of the living. “Madame”, added Tristan, addressing himself to Fanny who remained motionless under her mask, “Madame will agree with you”. He then whispered quietly in the young woman’s ear, “Don’t forget what I suggested to you”. Ulric picked up a large glass filled to the brim and cried out: “I drink –“ “ Don’t forget that political toasts are forbidden”, Tristan warned him. “I drink to Death”, said Ulric, bringing the glass to his lips, after first bowing to the masked lady at his side. “And I”, replied Fanny, drinking in her turn, “I drink to youth, to love”. And like a shaft of light piercing a cloud, a flame-like smile illuminated her face under the velvet mask. | Entry #16366 — Discuss 0 — Variant: British
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On the appointed day the apartment of Count Ulric de Rouvres was ready. Ulric arranged to meet there that same evening with three of Paris's best known physicians. Then he hurried off to fetch Rosette. She had died just one hour earlier. Ulric returned to his new dwelling where he found his old friend Tristan, whom he had asked to attend and who was waiting for him with the three doctors. —Gentlemen, you may withdraw, said Ulric. The person about whom I wished to consult you has departed this life. Tristan, once alone with Count Ulric, made no attempt to assuage his grief, but shared in it by doing the office of a brother. He it was who took charge of the magnificent funeral that was arranged for Rosette, to the amazement of the entire hospital. He purchased the items that the young girl had taken with her and that, after her death, had become the property of the state. Among them was the little blue dress, the only one remaining to the poor dead girl. Also thanks to his efforts, Ulric's old furniture from the time when he lived with Rosette was moved to a room in his new lodging. Just a few days later Ulric, his mind set on death, left for England. Such was the recent history of this gentleman as he entered the reception rooms at the Café de Foy. Ulric's arrival caused a great stir among the assembled company. The men rose to their feet and greeted him courteously as befits those in polite society. As for the women, for five long minutes they boldly held Count de Rouvres almost weighed down under the assault of their gaze, their curiosity bordering on indiscretion. —Come now, my dear departed friend, said Tristan as he invited Ulric to take his seat in the place saved for him next to Fanny, give us a toast to show that you have returned to the land of the living. Madame, added Tristan, gesturing at Fanny, motionless behind her mask, Madame will tell you that is the right thing. And you, he murmured in the ear of the young woman, don’t forget what I urged upon you. Ulric raised a large brimming glass and cried out: —I drink … —Don't forget, political toasts are not allowed, called out Tristan. —I drink to Death, said Ulric, raising the glass to his lips after bowing to his masked neighbor. —And as for me, Fanny replied as she drank in her turn ... I drink to youth, I drink to love. And like a lightning bolt parting a cloud, a burning smile flared below her velvet mask. | Entry #19582 — Discuss 0 — Variant: Not specified
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On the appointed day, Count Ulric of Rouvres' apartment was ready. Ulric was expecting three of the most famous doctors in Paris the same evening. He hurried to find Rosette. She had died but an hour before. Ulric returned to his new lodgings, where he found his old friend Tristan, whom he had called for, waiting for him with the three doctors. “You're free to leave, sirs,” Ulric said to the doctors. “The person I called you to see is no more.” Tristan, left alone with Ulric, did not try to ease his pain, but rather took it on himself, like a brother. It was he who led Rosette’s splendid funeral, to the astonishment of all at the hospital. He bought back the things the young girl had taken with her, which, after her death, had become the property of the management. Among them was the little blue dress, the only one left of the poor dead girl. It was also Tristan who brought Ulric’s old furniture from when he lived with Rosette to a room in his new apartment. It was a few days later that Ulric, having resolved to die, left for England. This was what was known of this character at the moment he entered the salon of the Café de Foy. Ulric’s entrance caused quite a stir among the party. The men rose to greet him politely like gentlemen. But the women brazenly fixed the rather embarrassed Count of Rouvres in a barrage of stares – curious to the point of indiscretion – for five minutes. “Come, my dear deceased,” said Tristan, showing Ulric to the place he had saved for him beside Fanny. “Mark your return to the land of the living with a toast. Madam,” he added, indicating Fanny, who was motionless behind her mask, “will drink your health. And you madam,” he whispered into the ear of the young woman, “do not forget what I recommended to you.” Ulric took a large glass full to the brim and declared, “I drink…” “Don’t forget political toasts are banned,” Tristan cried. “To Death,” said Ulric, putting the glass to his lips after toasting his masked neighbour. “And I,” said Fanny, sipping in turn, “drink to youth, and love.” And like a flash of lightning ripping through a cloud, a radiant smile lit up beneath the velvet of her mask. | Entry #20185 — Discuss 0 — Variant: British
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On the appointed day, the apartment of Count Ulric de Rouvres was ready. Having arranged for three of the most eminent doctors in Paris to come over for that same evening, Ulric rushed off to fetch Rosette. She had died just an hour ago. Ulric returned to his new home where he found his old friend Tristan, who he had sent for and who was waiting for him along with the three doctors. —You may go Sirs, Ulric said to them. The person I was hoping to see you about no longer exists. Tristan, alone with Count Ulric, did not try to soothe his pain, but rather shared it like a brother. It was him who would organise the impressive funeral to be held for Rosette, much to the astonishment of the entire hospital. It was him who would buy back the items that the young girl had taken with her, and which after her death had become the property of the hospital’s management board. Among these items was a little blue dress, the last one remaining to the poor dearly departed. It was even him who would ensure that Ulric’s antique furniture, from when he used to live with Rosette, would be brought back in one piece to his new apartment. It was just a few days after this that Ulric, his mind set on dying, left for England. Such was the tale of this man when he entered the salons of Café de Foy. Ulric’s arrival caused a great stir amongst the gathering. Men jumped to their feet and welcomed him with the courteous greeting of society people. As for the women, for five minutes their eyes latched shamelessly onto the Count of Rouvres, who became almost bashful under the battery of their stares, so inquisitive as to be bordering on the churlish. — Come now, my dear deceased, said Tristan, ushering Ulric into the seat he had saved for him next to Fanny, make a toast to mark your return to the world of the living. My lady, Tristan added indicating Fanny, motionless behind her mask, my lady will also make a toast. And you, he whispered into the ear of the young woman, do not forget what I told you. Ulric raised a large glass full to the brim and declared: — I drink.... —Don’t forget that political toasts are not allowed, interjected Tristan. — I drink to Death, said Ulric raising the glass to his lips with a nod towards his masked neighbour. —And I, Fanny rejoined, drinking at her turn... I drink to youth and to love. And like a flash of lightening that tears apart a cloud, a fiery smile burst out from underneath her velvet mask. | Entry #20431 — Discuss 0 — Variant: British
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On the agreed date, the apartment of Count Ulric de Rouvres had been readied. Ulric invited three of the most renowned physicians of Paris to meet him there that very evening. He then hurried out to fetch Rosette. She had just died an hour earlier. Ulric came back to his new apartment where he found his old friend Tristan, whose presence he had requested and who was waiting for him with the three doctors. – You may leave, dear sirs, Ulric said to them. The person for whom I wanted to seek advice from you no longer exists. Tristan, remaining alone with Count Ulric, did not try to ease his pain but shared it with him, like a brother. He was the one who oversaw the magnificent funerals organised for Rosette to the astonishment of everyone at the hospital. He bought back the objects that the young woman had brought with her and which, after her death, had become the property of the administrative authority. Among these items was the little blue dress, the only one the poor deceased girl still owned. Tristan also arranged for Ulric’s old furniture – from the time when he had lived with Rosette – to be moved into one of the rooms of his new apartment. A few days later, determined to die, Ulric was leaving for England. Such were the circumstances of this character when he entered the salons of the Café de Foy. The arrival of Ulric caused great bustle among the people gathered there. The men stood up and greeted him with the courteous salutation of socialites. As for the women, for five minutes, they impudently held the Count of Rouvres – almost ill at ease – under the assault of their gaze, curious to the point of indiscretion. – Come on, my dear departed, said Tristan inviting Ulric to sit on the seat that had been reserved for him, next to Fanny. Mark your return to the world of the living by proposing a toast. This lady, Tristan added as he gestured toward Fanny, immobile behind her mask, will drink to you in return. And you, he whispered in the young woman’s ear, don’t forget what I advised. Ulric raised a tall glass filled to the brim, and exclaimed: – I drink… – Remember that toasts about politics are not allowed, interjected Tristan. – I drink to Death, said Ulric bringing the glass to his lips after having nodded to his masked companion. – And I, replied Fanny taking a sip from her glass… I drink to youth, to love. And like lightning tears through a cloud, a fiery smile was sparked behind her velvet mask. | Entry #20473 — Discuss 0 — Variant: Not specified
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On the appointed day, Count Ulric de Rouvres' apartment was made ready. Ulric had arranged to meet three of Paris' most famous doctors there that same evening. He then ran to fetch Rosette. She had died just over an hour ago. Ulric returned to his new quarters, where he found his old friend Tristan, for whom he had sent, and who was waiting for him with the three doctors. - You may leave, gentlemen, Ulric said to them. The person about whom I wished to consult you is no longer alive. Tristan, left alone with Count Ulric, did not try to ease his pain, but took it on in a spirit of fraternity. It was he who led the splendid funeral service for Rosette, to the astonishment of the entire hospital. He repurchased the things which the girl had brought with her, and which, after her death, had become the property of the administration. Among these things was the little blue dress, the only one the dear departed had still owned. He also ensured that Ulric's old furniture, from the time he had lived with Rosette, was brought to a room in his new apartment. It was a few days later that Ulric, determined to die, left for England. Such was this character’s history when he entered the salons of the Café de Foy. Ulric's arrival caused a great stir among the crowd. The men rose and greeted him as befitted a member of high society. As for the women, they all spent five minutes gazing brazenly at the somewhat disconcerted Count Rouvres, curious to the point of indiscretion. - Come, my dear deceased, said Tristan while making Ulric sit in the seat which Fanny had reserved for him, let us toast your return to the world of the living. Madame, added Tristan, indicating Fanny, motionless under her mask, Madame will toast you. And you, he said in a low voice into the young woman's ear, do not forget what I have asked of you. Ulric took a large glass filled to the brim and cried: I drink…. - Do not forget that political toasts are forbidden, Tristan shouted to him. I drink to Death, said Ulric, lifting the glass to his lips, after toasting his masked neighbour. - And I, replied Fanny, drinking in turn… I drink to youth, to love. And like lightning splintering a cloud, a radiant smile lit up her face under the velvet mask. | Entry #21688 — Discuss 0 — Variant: UK Ujedinjeno Kraljevstvo
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On the appointed date, Count Ulric de Rouvres' apartment was made ready. Ulric had arranged a meeting for that very evening with three of the most renowned doctors in Paris. Then, he ran to seek Rosette. She had died an hour earlier. Ulric returned to his new residence, where he found his old friend, Tristan, whom he had sent for, now awaiting him with the three doctors. "You may excuse yourselves, sirs," said Ulric to the doctors. "The individual for whom I sought your consultation no longer exists." Tristan, remaining alone with Count Ulric, did not seek to ease his pain, but shared his grief as a brother. It was he who organized the splendid funeral for Rosette, to the great astonishment of the entire hospital. He bought back the items that the young girl had brought with her and which, after her death, had become property of the administration. Among those objects was the little blue dress, the only one the poor deceased girl had left. He, too, ensured that Ulric's former furniture, from his time living with Rosette, was transported to a room in his new apartment. It was only a few days later that Ulric, having decided to die, left for England. These were the events leading up to the moment that this character entered the salons of the Foy Cafe. Ulric's arrival caused a great movement through the crowd. The men stood and addressed him with the courteous greetings of society gentlemen. As for the women, they brazenly held the nearly-embarrassed Count of Rouvres under the assault of their gazes, curious to the point of indiscretion. "Come, my dearly departed," said Tristan, bringing Ulric to the seat that had been reserved for him next to Fanny, "salute your return to the world of the living with a toast. Madame," he added, motioning to Fanny, who was motionless under her mask, "Madame will drink to your health. And you," he said softly in the ear of the young lady, "don't forget what I told you." Ulric took a large glass, filled to the brim, and cried, "I drink..." "Don't forget that political toasts are forbidden," cried Tristan. "I drink to Death," said Ulric, bringing the glass to his lips after raising it to his masked neighbor. "And I," replied Fanny, drinking in turn, "I drink to youth, to love." And like a lightning bolt tearing apart a cloud, a flaming smile lit up under her velvet mask. | Entry #16042 — Discuss 0 — Variant: Not specified
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On the appointed day, the apartments of Count Ulric of Rouvres were prepared. Ulric arranged to meet that very evening with three of the most famous doctors in Paris. Then he ran to find Rosette. She had been dead for an hour. Ulric returned to his new lodgings where he found his old friend Tristan, whom he had had summoned, and who had been waiting with the three doctors. "Gentlemen, you may depart," Ulric told them. "The woman for whom I wished to consult you no longer exists." Tristan, left alone with Count Ulric, did not try to calm his grief, but to share in it in a brotherly fashion. It was he who arranged for the splendid funeral for Rosette, to the great astonishment of the whole hospital. He bought back the possessions which the young woman had brought with her, and which, after her death, had become the property of the administration. Among these objects was found a little blue dress, the only one which remained to the poor dead girl. It was also through his care that Ulric's former furnishings, from the time when he lived with Rosette, were transported to a room in his new lodgings. It was a few days after that that Ulric, having decided to die, left for England. Such was the history of this individual at the moment when he entered the rooms of the cafe de Foy. Ulric's arrival caused a great commotion in those assembled. The men rose and greeted him courteously in the manner of society people. As for the women, they held out shamelessly for five minutes,the Count of Rouvres almost embarrassed under the battery of their gazes, curious to the point of indiscretion. "All right, my dear departed," said Tristan, directing Ulric to sit in the place which had been reserved for him near Fanny, "Announce, with a toast, your return to the world of the living. This woman," Tristan added, indicating Fanny, motionless under her mask, "This woman will match you drink for drink. And you," he said very low in the young woman's ear "don't forget what I have advised". Ulric grasped a large glass filled almost to the brim and exclaimed: "I drink to..." "Don't forget that political toasts are forbidden!" Tristan cried out. "I drink to death," said Ulric, bringing the glass to his lips, after having saluted his masked neighbor. "And I," responded Fanny, drinking in turn, "...I drink to youth, and to love,". And like a flash of lightning that tears apart a cloud, a flaming smile illuminated her velvet mask. | Entry #16531 — Discuss 0 — Variant: US
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On the prearranged day, Count Ulric of Rouvres' apartment had been prepared. Ulric invited three of the most famous doctors in Paris to attend there that same evening. He then hurried off to find Rosette. She had just died an hour before. Ulric returned to his new lodgings, where he found his old friend Tristan, whom he'd sent for and who was waiting for him with the three doctors. "You may leave, gentlemen," Ulric said to them. "The person I wished to consult you about is no longer with us." Tristan, left alone with count Ulric, did not try to ease his pain, but shared in his grief as a brother would. It was he who led the splendid funeral service held for Rosette, to the great astonishment of all at the hospital. And it was he who purchased back the items the young woman had brought with her, and which, after her death, had become the property of the administration. Amongst these objects was the little blue dress, the only one the poor deceased woman had remaining. He also ensured that Ulric's old furniture, from the time he lived with Rosette, was transported to a room in his new apartment. It was just a few days after this that Ulric, having decided to die, left for England. Such were the recent experiences of this figure at the moment he entered the salons at the Café de Foy. Ulric's arrival caused a commotion amongst those gathered there. The men stood up and acknowledged him, in the courteous way that society people do. As for the women, they brazenly stared at the Count of Rouvres – who was practically embarrassed before their gaze – for almost five minutes, curious to the point of indiscretion. "Come now my dearly deceased," said Tristan, seating Ulric at the place reserved for him next to Fanny, "signal your return to the world of the living with a toast." "Madame..." said Tristan, addressing Fanny, motionless behind her mask, "Madame will reciprocate." "And you," he said very quietly to the young woman's ear, "don't forget what I advised you." Ulric picked up a large glass, filled to the brim, and exclaimed: "To..." "Don't forget that political toasts are prohibited," Tristan said to him loudly. "To death," said Ulric, raising his glass to his lips, after nodding towards his masked neighbour. "And I," responded Fanny, taking a drink in turn, "I drink to youth, to love." And like a fork of lightening splitting a cloud, a flaming smile flashed to life beneath her velvet mask. | Entry #21811 — Discuss 0 — Variant: British
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On the appointed day, the apartment of Count Ulric de Rouvres was made ready. He summoned three of the most renowned physicians in Paris to appear there the same evening. Then he hurried off to find Rosette. She had passed away just one hour earlier. Ulric returned to his new home to find his old friend Tristan, whom he had had called over, waiting for him with the three physicians. - Gentlemen, you may take your leave, Ulric said to them. The person I wished to consult you about, is no longer of this world. Tristan, left alone with Count Ulric, made no attempt to soothe his anguish but offered practical brotherly support. He it was who organised a splendid funeral for Rosette, to the astonishment of the whole hospital. He purchased the articles the young girl had brought with her, which on her death had become the property of the management. Among them was that little blue dress, the only one remaining in the possession of the poor deceased girl. He also arranged for Ulric’s furniture from the time when he had lived with Rosette, to be conveyed to a room in his new apartment. It was but a few days later that Ulric, his mind made up to die, left for England. These, then, had been the nature of his experiences over the last few days, as he entered the rooms of the Café de Foy. The arrival of Ulric caused a great commotion in the gathering. The men rose to and greet him with the courteous salutation of society people. The women, exhibiting a curiosity bordering on indiscretion, boldly stared for five full minutes at Count de Rouvres, almost embarrassed under the heavy weight of their gaze. - Come, my dear departed friend, Tristan said as he sat Ulric down at the place which had been reserved next to Fanny, propose a toast to demonstrate your return to the world of the living. Madam, said Tristan indicating Fanny motionless beneath her mask, will reciprocate by lifting her glass to you. And, he whispered in the young woman’s ear, don’t forget what I recommended. Ulric took a large glass filled to the brim and exclaimed: - I drink.... - Don’t forget political toasts are prohibited, cried Tristan. - I drink to Death, said Ulric as he brought the glass to his lips, having toasted the health of the masked woman alongside him. - But I, responded Fanny, lifting her glass in similar fashion, ...I drink to youth, to love. And like a shaft of lightning piercing a cloud, a flash of a smile ignited behind her velvet mask. | Entry #15724 — Discuss 0 — Variant: British
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On the appointed day, Count Ulric's apartment was ready. Ulric had invited Paris’ three most distinguished doctors for that same evening. He then raced to fetch Rosette. She had just passed away an hour earlier. Ulric returned to his new apartment. His old friend Tristan, whom he had invited, and the doctors were there waiting for him. —“You may leave gentlemen”, announced Ulric to his guests. “The person for whom I required your consultation is no longer with us.” Tristan chose to say by his friend’s side, not in an attempt to ease his pain but instead in a show of companionship. To the astonishment of the whole hospital, it was he who presided over Rosette’s magnificent funeral. He repurchased the items the young woman had brought with her, which the administration could reclaim following her demise. Among these items lay a small blue dress, the only one the poor soul had left in her possession. Also under his care, Ulric's old furnishings, while living with Rosette, were moved to a room in his new dwelling. It was a few days later, after Ulric decided he no longer wished to go on living, that he left for England. Such was this man's past as he entered the parlour of the café de Foy. Ulric's arrival caused quite a stir among the gathering. The men rose and greeted him with a courteous bow, the kind reserved for worldly people. As for the women, they stared brazenly for five minutes at the count of Rouvres who felt almost embarrassed by their display of curious indiscretion. “Come, my dear departed one”, said Tristan while showing Ulric to the seat reserved for him at Fanny’s side, “make a toast to your return to the land of the living.” “Madame will respond in kind”, Tristan added turning his attention to Fanny who remained motionless under her mask. “And you”, he whispered in the ear of the young woman, “remember my counsel.” Ulric lifted a glass filled to the rim, and shouted: —“I drink... —“Be mindful my friend, toasts of a political nature are prohibited”, shouted Tristan. —“I drink to Death”, pronounced Ulric bowing to the masked woman seated at his side, then raising the glass to his lips. —“As for me”, countered Fanny who in turn raised her glass... “I drink to youth and to love.” A smile flashed under her velvet mask, like lightning tearing through a cloud. | Entry #16946 — Discuss 0 — Variant: Canadian
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On the appointed day, Count Ulric de Rouvres’s apartment was made ready. Ulric arranged to meet three of the most renowned doctors in Paris there that very evening. Then he ran in search of Rosette. She had died just an hour ago. Ulric returned to his new residence, where he found his old friend Tristan, for whom he had sent, and who was waiting for him with the three doctors. —You can leave, gentlemen, Ulric told them. The person for whom I required a consultation is no longer alive. Tristan, remaining alone with Count Ulric, did not attempt to allay his grief, but instead shared it in a brotherly fashion. It was he who took charge of the grand funeral that was organised for Rosette, to the great astonishment of the entire hospital. He bought back the items that the young girl had taken with her, and which, after her death, had become the property of the state. Amongst these items was the little blue dress, the only one that the poor deceased girl had left. Moreover, he took it upon himself to have the furniture previously used by Ulric, whilst living with Rosette, transported to a room in his new apartment. It was only a few days after this that Ulric, having resolved to die, was departing to England. Such was the history of this person at the time when he entered the salons of the "Café de Foy". Ulric’s arrival caused a great stir amongst the assembled group. The men stood up and greeted him in the courteous manner of society people. As for the women, they stood brazenly for five minutes, the Count of Rouvres almost disconcerted by the barrage of their stares, curious to the point of indiscretion. —Come on, my dear deceased one, said Tristan making Ulric sit down in the seat which had been reserved for him close to Fanny, announce your return to the land of the living with a toast. This good lady, added Tristan in the direction of Fanny, motionless behind her mask, this good lady will drink to your health. And you, he murmered in the ear of the young woman, do not forget that I recommended you. Ulric grasped a large glass full to the brim and exclaimed: —I shall drink.... —Do not forget that political toasts are prohibited, shouted Tristan. —I shall drink to Death, said Ulric holding the glass to his lips, after greeting his masked neighbour. —And I, responded Fanny, in turn taking a sip... I shall drink to youth, to love. And like a flash of lightning ripping a cloud apart, a burning smile lit up behind her velvet mask. | Entry #19585 — Discuss 0 — Variant: Not specified
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On the appointed day, arrangements were made at the rooms of Count Ulric de Rouvres. Ulric invited three of the most eminent doctors in Paris to join him there that very same evening. He then hastened to collect Rosette. She had been dead but an hour. Ulric returned to his new quarters, where he found his old friend Tristan, whom he had summoned, and who was awaiting him together with the three doctors. "Gentlemen, I give you leave to depart," Ulric stated. "The person on whose behalf I wished to consult with you is no longer of this earth." Left alone with Count Ulric, Tristan made no efforts to assuage his pain, but rather empathised with him in a brotherly fashion. To the astonishment of all at the infirmary, it was Tristan who oversaw the lavish obsequies in honour of Rosette. He redeemed what belongings the young girl had taken with her, and which following her death had become the property of the administration. Amongst these effects was the small blue dress, the only one remaining unto the poor deceased girl. Furthermore, he presided over the delivery of Ulrich's old furnishings, from when he had resided with Rosette, to a room in his new chambers. It was a mere few days later that Ulric, his mind resolutely set on dying, was to leave for England. Such were the circumstances of this individual on the occasion of his entering the salons at the Café de Foy. The arrival of Ulric caused an incredible flurry amongst those assembled there. The men arose and greeted him courteously, befitting the social mores. As for the women, they unabashedly stood by for a full five minutes, curious to the point of indiscretion, with the Count de Rouvres on the verge of feeling self-conscious under the barrage of scrutiny. "Come, my dear lifeless friend," said Tristan, seating Ulric in the chair which Fanny had appropriated for him. "Make a toast to your return to the world of the living. Madam," added Tristan, indicating towards Fanny, quiescent under her mask, "Madam will raise a glass to your health. And you," he whispered in the ear of the young woman, "do not forget what I proposed." Ulric took a large glass filled to brim and exclaimed, "I drink..." "Let me remind you that toasts of a political nature are prohibited," cried Tristan. "I drink to Death," uttered Ulric in lifting the glass to his lips, having just tipped it in acknowledgement to his masked neighbour. "As for me," replied Fanny, swallowing in turn, "I drink to youth and to love." And just as a bolt of lightning rips through a cloud, the flame of a smile flared up beneath her velvet guise. | Entry #21491 — Discuss 0 — Variant: British
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When the day came, Count Ulric of Rouvres’ apartment was ready. Ulric was expecting three of the most respected doctors of Paris that very evening. Then he went to find Rosette. She had died only one hour ago. Ulric returned to his new apartment, where he found his old friend Tristan, whom he had called, waiting with the three doctors. “Gentlemen, you may leave,” said Ulric to his guests. “The person about whom I wanted to consult you has passed on.” Tristan, who stayed with Count Ulric, did not try to calm his pain, but faced it as a brother. It was he who had ordered the splendid funeral service for Rosette, to the shock of the entire hospital. He had bought all the objects that the young woman had brought with her and which, after her death, had become the property of the administration. Among them was the small blue dress, the only one that remained of the dearly departed. For his troubles as well, Ulric’s old furniture, from when he lived with Rosette, was moved to a room in his new apartment. It was only a few days later that Ulric, bereft of the desire to live, decided to leave for England. Such was the history of this character at the moment at which he entered the salons of the café du Foy. Ulric’s arrival caused great commotion in the assembled group. The men got up and greeted him with the courteous salute of worldly men. As for the women, curious to the point of indiscretion, they brazenly held the Count of Rouvres under the fire of their gazes for five minutes, leaving him almost disconcerted. “All right, my dearly departed,” said Tristan as he sat Ulric in the place reserved for him by Fanny, “give us a toast to celebrate your return to the world of the living. This woman here,” Tristan added, gesturing toward Fanny, motionless under her mask, “will drink with you.” He lowered his voice as he whispered into her ear, “And don’t forget that it was I who recommended you.” Ulric lifted a large glass filled to the brim and cried: “I drink…” “Don’t forget that political toasts are forbidden!” Tristan interjected. “I drink to Death,” said Ulric, bringing his glass to his lips after raising it to his masked neighbor. “And I,” responded Fanny, drinking in turn, “… I drink to youth, to love.” And like a strike of lightening, a smile sparked under her velvet mask. | Entry #21821 — Discuss 0 — Variant: US
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Count Ulric de Rouvres' apartment was ready on the allotted day. Ulric made an appointment to meet three of Paris's most famous physicians there that very evening, and then he ran to fetch Rosette. She had died one hour before. Ulric returned to his new lodgings, where he found his old friend Tristan, whom he had sent for, waiting for him with the three doctors. "You may leave, gentlemen," Ulric told the latter. "The person for whom I wished to consult you is no more." Tristan, left alone with count Ulric, did not try to soothe his pain but shared it like a brother would. To the astonishment of the whole hospital it was he who organised Rosette's grand funeral. He bought back the objects that the young woman had taken with her and which, after her death, had become Board property. One of these items was the little blue gown, the only dress the poor departed soul had left. He also brought the furniture Ulric had when he dwelt with Rosette to a room in the new lodgings. Only a few days later, Ulric, who had decided to die, was leaving for England. Such was this person's history when he entered the rooms of Café de Foy. Ulric's arrival caused a great commotion amongst the assembly. Gentlemen stood up and greeted him courteously as an equal. As for the women, curious to the point of indiscretion, they blatantly stared for five minutes at a somewhat embarrassed count of Rouvres. "So, my dear defunct," said Tristan, seating Ulric in the chair reserved for him near Fanny, "propose a toast to mark your return to the land of the living”. "This lady," added Tristan, indicating a Fanny motionless beneath her mask, "will give you reason". "And as for you," he whispered to the young woman, "don't forget what I recommended." Ulric picked up a large glass filled to overflowing and exclaimed: "I drink to ..." "Remember political toasts are banned," cried Tristan. "I drink to Death,” said Ulric, bringing the cup to his lips, after paying his respects to the masked woman. "And I," replied Fanny, drinking at her turn, "drink to youth and love." And like lightning ripping a cloud, a flaming smile flashed from beneath her velvet mask. | Entry #21767 — Discuss 0 — Variant: Not specified
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Count Ulric de Rouvres' apartment was ready for occupancy on the move-in date. Ulric invited three of the top doctors in Paris to meet him there in the evening. He then rushed to Rosette's bedside. She had just died an hour before he arrived. Ulric returned to his new residence where the three doctors were waiting for him. His old friend Tristan whom he was expecting was also there. "Gentlemen, you don't have to stay," Ulric said to them. "The person I wanted you to see has just passed away." Tristan remained alone with Count Ulric. He did not try to ease his friend's pain, but chose to comfort him like a brother. It was indeed Tristan who directed Rosette's beautiful funeral service to the surprise of the entire hospital. He retrieved the young girl's possessions that had been confiscated by the state after her death. A small blue dress, the only keepsake of the poor demoiselle, was among those items. Tristan was also responsible for moving Ulrich and Rosette's antique furniture from their previous dwelling into a room of the new apartment. Determined to end his life, Ulrich departed for England a few days later. Such were the events in the life of the Count leading up to his entrance into the drawing rooms of Café de Foy. Ulric's arrival caused quite a commotion among those present. The men stood up and greeted him. The women, on the other hand, stared blatantly at Count de Rouvres for five minutes. He was slightly blushing under their relentless scrutiny ranging from curiosity to indiscretion. "Let's celebrate, my dearly departed," said Tristan while showing Ulric a seat reserved for him next to Fanny. "Offer a toast for your return to the land of the living." "Madame will drink to your health," added Tristan by pointing to Fanny, motionless under her mask. "And you," he whispered in the young woman's ear, "do not forget what I told you." Ulric raised a large glass filled to the brim and shouted, "I drink to..." "Do not forget that political toasts are forbidden," Tristan interrupted him in a loud voice. "I drink to Death," said Ulric extending a gesture to the masked lady next to him before bringing the glass to his own lips. "As for me," Fanny replied while raising her glass in turn... "I drink to youth, to love." And like a bolt of lightning tearing through a cloud, a smile flickered like a flame under her velvet mask. | Entry #21289 — Discuss 0 — Variant: Not specified
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On the appointed day, Count Ulric de Rouvres' apartment was ready. Ulric arranged for three of the most famous doctors in Paris to meet there that very evening. Then he rushed out to get Rosette.. She had died just an hour ago. Ulric had sent word to his old friend Tristan and when he came back to his new home, he found him waiting there with the three doctors. —You may take your leave, gentlemen, Ulric told them. The person I wished you to examine is no longer alive. Once alone with Count Ulric,Tristan did not try to comfort him, offering instead what might be termed his brotherly support. He organized a splendid funeral for Rosette, to the great astonishment of the entire hospital. He bought back the things that the girl had brought with her, and which had become the property of the administration after her death. Among them was the little blue dress, the only one still belonging to the poor dead girl. And he had Ulric's furniture moved from the place he had shared with Rosette and put in one of the rooms in his new apartment. This was shortly after Ulric had left for England with the intention of ending his own life. Such was the past history of this protagonist when he entered the rooms of the café de Foy. Ulric's arrival caused great commotion among the assembly. The men rose and greeted him with the good manners of people of the best society. As for the ladies, they brazenly watched the Comte de Rouvres, who was almost embarrassed by a collective gaze curious to the point of indiscretion. Come on dearly departed one, said Tristan as he made Ulric take the seat he had saved for him beside Fanny. Announce your return to the land of the living with a toast. Madame, Tristan added motioning to Fanny, immobile under her mask, madame will put you right. And you, he whispered in the young woman's ear, don't forget what I told you. Ulric took a large glass filled to the rim and cried: —I drink… —Don't forget that political toasts are not allowed, Tristan called out. —I drink to death, Ulric said lifting the glass to his lips, after bowing to the masked lady beside him. —And I, replied Fanny as she also drank…I drink to youth, and to love. And like the lightning that rips open a cloud, a smile burned bright under her velvet mask. | Entry #17872 — Discuss 0 — Variant: US
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On the appointed day, the apartment of Count Ulric de Rouvres was made ready. Ulric had arranged a meeting there that very evening with three of the most famous doctors in Paris. Then he ran to fetch Rosette. She had died just the hour before. Ulric returned to his new lodgings where he found his old friend Tristan, whom he had called and who was waiting for him with the three doctors. “You may leave, gentlemen,” Ulric said. “The person whom I had wished for you to consult is no longer.” Left alone with Count Ulric, Tristan did not attempt to assuage his grief, but kept company with him as a brother. It was he who arranged the magnificent funeral for Rosette, to the great surprise of the entire hospital. He repurchased the things that the girl had brought with her, which, after her death, had become the property of the administration. Among those items were the little blue dress, the only one left to the poor soul. It was through his care, too, that the old furniture belonging to Ulric from the time he lived with Rosette was placed in a room of the new apartment. It was only a few days later that Ulric, determined to die, would leave for England. Such were the circumstances of that distinguished person prior to entering the Café de Foy. Ulric’s arrival caused a great stir among those gathered. The men rose and addressed him with a polite greeting befitting men of the world. As for the women, five minutes long they brazenly locked their eyes – curious to the point of indiscretion – on the Count de Rouvres, who was nearly embarrassed himself by their collective stares. “Come, my dearly departed,” Tristan said while seating Ulric in the place that had been reserved for him next to Fanny, “let’s raise a toast to mark your return to the land of the living. And, madam,” added Tristan, indicating Fanny, sitting motioness beneath her mask, “madam will give you the motive. You,” he said, whispering in the ear of the young lady, “remember what I suggested.” Ulric took a large glass filled to the brim and exclaimed: “I drink...” “Remember, political toasts are not permitted!” Tristan shouted out to him. “I drink to death,” said Ulric, raising his glass to his lips after having saluted his masked neighbour. “And I,” responded Fanny, when it came her turn, “... I drink to youth, to love.” And like a bolt of lightning ripping through a cloud, a smile afire lit up beneath her velvet mask. | Entry #21322 — Discuss 0 — Variant: Not specified
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On the appointed day, the apartment of Count Ulric of Rouvres was prepared. There, Ulric held a meeting that same evening with three of the most famous doctors of Paris. Then he ran to look for Rosette. She had died just an hour before. Ulric returned to his new lodgings, where he found his old friend Tristan, whom he had summoned, and who was waiting with the three doctors. "You may depart, sirs", said Ulric to the latter. "The person on whose behalf I wished to consult you no longer exists." Tristan, left alone with Count Ulric, did not attempt to calm his sorrow, but instead shared in it in a brotherly manner. It was he who directed the magnificent funeral which was celebrated for Rosette, to the great astonishment of the whole hospital. He repurchased the objects that the girl had brought with her, which, after her death, had become the property of the administration. Among these was the small blue dress, the only one that remained to the poor deceased. It was also by Tristan's cares that Ulric's ancient furniture, while he remained with Rosette, had been moved into a room of his new apartment. It was a few days afterwards that Ulric, who had determined to die, left for England. Such was the history of this character at the moment when he entered Foy's coffee rooms. The arrival of Ulric caused a great commotion among the assembly. The men rose to their feet and addressed him with the courteous salutations of gentlemen of the world. As for the women, they boldly held the count of Rouvres, who was almost embarrased, under the full force of their stares, curious to the point of indiscretion. "Come, my dear departed," said Tristan, helping Ulric to seat himself in the place which had been reserved for him near Fanny. "Give us a toast to mark your return to the world of the living. This lady," added Tristan while indicating Fanny, motionless beneath her mask, "this lady will join you." "As for you," he said very quietly into the ear of the young woman, "do not forget what I have told you." Ulric raised a large glass full to the brim, and cried out: "I drink ..." "Do not forget that political toasts are forbidden!" shouted Tristan to him. "I drink to Death," said Ulric bringing the glass to his lips, after having saluted the masked woman beside him. "And I," replied Fanny, drinking in her turn, "... I drink to youth, and to love." And like lightning that rips apart a cloud, a smile like flickering flame flashed beneath her velvet mask. | Entry #17290 — Discuss 0 — Variant: New Zealand
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On the set day, Count Ulric de Rouvres’ apartment was readied. Ulric had made an appointment there for the same evening with three of the most famous doctors in Paris. Then he ran to look for Rosette. She had been dying for an hour. Ulric returned to his new accommodation where he found his old friend Tristan, who he had called and who waited for him with the three doctors. -You may withdraw, gentlemen, Ulric said to them. The person whom I wanted to see you about is no longer alive. Tristan, left alone with Count Ulric, did not attempt to relieve his pain, but associated with it in a fraternal way. It was he who directed the splendid funeral service given for Rosette, to the great astonishment of the entire hospital. He bought back the objects that the young girl had brought with her, and which had become the property of the administration after her death. Among these objects was the little blue dress, the only one that was left to the poor deceased. Ulric’s old furniture from when he lived with Rosette was taken by him also to a room in his new apartment. It was a few days after that Ulric, having decided to die, left for England. That was the background of this character as he entered the Café de Foy rooms. The arrival of Ulric caused a great stir in the gathering. The men arose and pitched the courteous salutation of men of the world to him. As for the women, they kept the Count of Rouvres shamelessly under the combination of their looks for five minutes, the Count almost embarrassed, their curiosity becoming indiscretion. —Come on, my dear deceased, said Tristan making Ulric sit in the place he had reserved next to Fanny, declare your return to the world of the living with a toast. Madam, added Tristan pointing to Farah, expressionless under her mask, Madam will hold her own with you. And you, he said softly in the ear of the young woman, do not forget that I recommended you. Ulric took a large glass filled to the brim and cried out: -I drink... -Remember that political toasts are forbidden, Tristan shouted to him. -I drink to Death, said Ulric bringing the glass to his lips, after raising it to his masked neighbour. - And me, answered Fanny drinking in turn... I drink to youth, to love. And like lightning which tears apart a cloud, a fiery smile was kindled under her mask of velvet. | Entry #20690 — Discuss 0 — Variant: Not specified
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On the appointed day, Count Ulric de Rouvres' apartment was ready. Ulric made an appointment there for that evening with three of the best-known doctors of Paris. Then, he ran to get Rosette. She had just died an hour ago. Ulric returned to his new dwelling, where he found his old friend Tristan, whom he had called, waiting for him with the three doctors. “You can go now, gentlemen,” said Ulric to them. “The person for whom I wanted to consult you no longer exists.” Tristan, who stayed alone with Count Ulric, didn't try to assuage his pain, but shared it in a fraternal manner. It was he who organized the extravagant funeral services for Rosette, to the great surprise of the entire hospital. He bought back the belongings that the young girl had brought with her which, after her death, had become property of the administration. Among these things was the little blue dress, the only one the poor deceased girl had had left. By his care also, Ulric's old furniture, when he used to stay with Rosette, was moved to a room in his new apartment. It was a few days later that Ulric, set on dying, left for England. Such were the preceding events for this character the moment he entered the bar of Foy's café. The entrance of Ulric caused a great stirring in the assembly. The men stood and greeted him courteously, as men of the world do. As for the women, they stared brazenly for five minutes at the Count de Rouvres, who was almost embarrassed under the pounding of their looks, curious to the point of being uncouth. “Well, my dear old corpse,” said Tristan, sitting Ulric down at the place which had been reserved for him next to Fanny, “announce with a toast your return to land of the living. Madame,” added Tristan, indicating Fanny, frozen beneath her mask, “Madame will give you good reason. And you,” he whispered in the ear of the woman, “don't forget what I suggested to you.” Ulric took a brimming glass and cried: “I drink...” “Don't forget that political toasts are forbidden,” Tristan called to him. “I drink to Death,” said Ulric, holding a glass to his lips, after nodding at his masked neighbor. “And me,” replied Fanny, taking a sip as well, “I drink to youth, to love.” And like a flash of lightening that rips through a cloud, a smile of passion lit up beneath her velvet mask. | Entry #21268 — Discuss 0 — Variant: US
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On the scheduled day, Count Ulric de Rouvres's apartment was prepared and ready. He had arranged an appointment for that same evening with three of the most renowned doctors in Paris. Then he ran to get Rosette. She had just died an hour earlier. Ulric returned to his new flat where his old friend Tristan, for whom he had sent, was waiting for him, together with the three doctors. “You may leave, gentlemen,” Ulric told them. “The person for whom I wanted to have a consultation with you, no longer exists.” Tristan, who was left alone with Count Ulric, made no attempt to alleviate his pain, but sympathized with him as a brother. He was the one who arranged the splendid funeral for Rosette, at the astonishment of the entire hospital. He purchased all the objects that the young girl had brought along, which had become the property of the administration upon her death. Among these objects was the little blue dress, the only one the poor deceased had left. He also took care of transporting Ulric’s old furniture, used while he was living with Rosette, to a room in his new apartment. This was a few days after Ulric had left for England, determined to die. Such was the background of this individual when he stepped into the salons of the Café de Foy. Ulrich’s arrival caused great consternation among the assembled group. The men stood up and paid him the usual civilized respects. As for the women, they rose and ostensibly stood for five minutes, nearly causing embarrassment to the Count of Rouvre, thus exposed to the assault of their curious looks to the point of indiscretion. “Come, my dear departed,” said Tristan, sitting Ulric at the place reserved for him next to Fanny, “make a toast for your return into the world of the living. Madame,” added Tristan pointing at Fanny, motionless under her mask, “Madame will motivate you. And you,” he whispered into the ear of the young woman, “don’t forget that you came recommended by me.” Ulric picked up a large glass filled to the brim and exclaimed: “I drink…” “Remember, political toasts are not allowed,” Tristan shouted back. “I drink to Death,” said Ulric and raised the glass to his lips, after toasting his masked neighbor. “And I, retorted Fanny, taking her turn… “I drink to youth, to love.” And, like a lightning bolt ripping through the cloud, a flaming smile flickered beneath her velvet mask. | Entry #15895 — Discuss 0 — Variant: Canadian
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On the convened date, the apartment of Count Ulric de Rouvres was ready. Ulric had summoned three of the most renowned doctors of Paris to his home that same night. Then he rushed for Rosette. She had passed away, just an hour before. Ulric returned to his new quarters, where he found his old friend Tristan, for whom he had sent, and who was waiting for him with the three doctors. “You may retire, gentlemen,” Ulric said to them. “The person about whom I wished to consult you no longer exists.” Tristan, now left alone with Count Ulric, did not even try to soothe his pain, but joined it like a brother. It was him who directed the splendid funeral for Rosette, to the amazement of the entire hospital. He bought back the things that the young woman had taken with her, and which had become the property of the administration upon her death. Amongst these things was her little blue dress, the only thing that the poor deceased had still had left. He also arranged for Ulric’s old furniture, from the time when he stayed with Rosette, to be taken to a room in his new apartment. A few days later Ulric, who was determined to die, prepared to leave for England. These were the circumstances of the man who now entered the rooms of the Café de Foy. Ulric’s arrival caused a good deal of commotion amongst the guests. The men stood up and greeted politely as was proper amongst fashionable people. The women brazenly kept the almost embarrassed Count de Rouvres under the barrage of their glances, curious to the point of indiscretion. “Come, my dear departed friend,” said Tristan and made Ulric sit in the seat that had been reserved for him next to Fanny, “show us with a toast that you have returned to the world of the living. Madame,” he added with a glance at Fanny, who sat motionless under her mask, “Madame will explain it to you. And you,” he whispered into her ear, “do not forget what I advised.” Ulric took a large glass that was filled to the rim and cried out: “I drink…” “Don’t forget that political toasts are not allowed....,” Tristan called to him. “I drink to Death,” said Ulric and brought the glass to his lips, after nodding to the masked woman at his side. “And I,” replied Fanny and took a drink herself, “…I drink to youth, to love.” And as lightning tears through a cloud, a flaming smile lit up her velvety mask. | Entry #18098 — Discuss 0 — Variant: US
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On the day in question, the apartments of Comte Ulric de Rouvres were made ready, as Ulric was meeting that very evening with three of the most reputable doctors in Paris. Then he ran to seek out Rosette. She had died only an hour before. Ulric returned to his new abode, whereupon he found his old friend Tristan whom he had had fetched and who was waiting for him with the three doctors. "You may go, messieurs," Ulric said to them, "the person I wished you to see no longer exists." Alone with Comte Ulric, Tristan did not make any attempt to soothe his pain, but joined him in it in a show of fraternal solidarity. It was he who organised Rosette's splendid funeral, to the great astonishment of all in the hospital. He bought back the items the young girl had taken with her and which had become the property of the hospital administration after her death. Among these items was the little blue dress, the only one the poor deceased girl had still owned. It was also through his efforts that Ulric's old furniture, from when he had resided with Rosette, was conveyed to a room in his new apartments. It was only a few short days later that Ulric, intent upon dying, left for England. Such was the history of this character when he entered the salon of the café de Foy. Ulric's arrival caused a great stir amongst the assembly. The men rose and politely greeted him, in the way worldly people do. As for the women, they unashamedly kept the Comte de Rouvres, who was almost on the point of embarrassment, beneath the beating of their gaze for a full five minutes, curious as it was to the point of indiscretion. "Come my dear departed," said Tristan, leading Ulric to the place reserved for him next to Fanny, "herald your return to the world of the living with a toast. Madame," added Tristan, pointing out Fanny, whose face was immobile under her mask, "madame will make you see reason. And you," he said into the young woman's ear in a low voice, "do not forget what I advised you to do." Ulric took a large glass filled to the brim and cried out: "I drink..." "Remember, political toasts are forbidden here," shouted Tristan. "I drink to Death," said Ulric, bringing the glass to his lips after toasting his masked neighbour. "And I," replied Fanny, drinking in her turn, "I drink to youth, to love." And like a lightening bolt rending asunder a cloud, a flame-bright smile lit up under her velours mask. | Entry #20711 — Discuss 0 — Variant: British
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On the appointed date, Count Ulric de Rouvres' apartment was prepared. That same night, Ulric had called three of Paris' most renowned physicians there. He then ran to to find Rosette. She had died only an hour earlier. Ulric returned to his new home, where he found his old friend Tristan, for whom he had called earlier, and who was waiting for him with the three doctors. "You may retire, gentlemen," Ulric told them. The person for whom I wished to call you is no more. Tristan, who alone stayed with Count Ulric, made no attempt to ease his grief, but shared in it as a brother. It was he who organised the splendid funeral given for Rosette, to the great astonishment of entire hospital. He purchased the items that the young girl had brought with her and which, upon her death, had become property of the administration. Among these items was the little blue dress, the only one to remain with the poor departed. Also by his efforts, Ulric's furniture, when he lived with Rosette, was brought to a room in his new apartment. Mere days later, Ulric, resolved to dying, set off for England. Such was the history of this personage as he walked through the doors of the Café de Foy. Ulric's arrival caused a great stir among those assembled. The men arose and greeted him with the customary salutations of worldly men. As for the women, they brazenly held the Count de Rouvres on the verge of embarrassment for five minutes under a barrage of stares, curious to the point of indiscretion. "Come along, my late friend," said Tristan while seating Ulric at the place that Fanny had reserved for him. "Declare with a toast your return to the land of the living." "Madame," added Tristan, indicating Fanny, who lay motionless under her mask. "She'll prove you right." "And you," he said very quietly into the young woman's ear. "Don't forget what I recommended you." Ulric took a large glass filled to the brim and exclaimed: "I drink to–" "Don't forget: political toasts are prohibited!" Tristan yelled to him. "I drink to Death," Ulric said as he brought the glass to his lips, after raising it to his masked friend. "And I," responded Fanny, as she sipped her own glass. "I drink to youth, to love." And like a flash of lightning tearing a cloud asunder, a flaming smile lit up beneath her velvet mask. | Entry #21997 — Discuss 0 — Variant: Canadian
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On the appointed day, Count Ulric de Rouvres’ apartment was ready. He made plans to meet three of Paris’ most famous physicians that very evening. Then he rushed off to fetch Rosette. She had just died on an hour ago. Ulric went back to his new home where his old friend Tristan, whom he had sent for, was waiting for him with the three physicians. “You may as well leave gentlemen", Ulric told them. “The person I wanted to consult you about is no longer with us.” Tristan, alone with Count Ulric, didn’t try to ease his pain other than did as a friend should… keep him company. He was the one who organised an amazing funeral for Rosette to the great surprise of the entire hospital. He bought back the things the young girl had brought with her, and which were owned by the administration now that she was dead. Among these was the small blue dress, the only thing that remained with the poor dead girl. Ulric’s old furniture used when he stayed with Rosette, was also brought by him to a room of his new apartment. It was barely a few days later that Ulric, having decided to die, left for England. All this featured in the background of this character the moment he walked into the rooms of Café de Foy. Ulric’s arrival caused a great commotion among those gathered. Men stood up and greeted him in the courteous manner of their society. The women, on the other hand, curious to the point of being indiscreet, brazenly stared for five minutes at the Count de Rouvres who was almost embarrassed under the barrage of looks. “Come, my dear departed one”, Tristan urged, sitting Ulric down in the seat he had reserved next to Fanny, “make a toast to announce your return to the world of the living.” “Madam”, Tristan added pointing to Fanny, motionless under her mask, “madam will raise her glass. And”, he whispered into the young woman’s ear, “don’t forget what I have asked you to do”. Ulric picked up a glass filled to the brim and cried out: “I give a toast…” “Don’t forget political toasts are forbidden”, Tristan shouted. “I give a toast to Death”, Ulric said bringing the glass to his lips, having greeted his masked neighbour. “And I”, replied Fanny drinking in turn, “I drink to youth, to love.” And like a flash of lightning tearing a cloud apart, a passionate smile shone from beneath her velvet mask. | Entry #18562 — Discuss 0 — Variant: Australian
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On the appointed day, the apartment of Count Ulric de Rouvres was ready. That evening, Ulric was to meet with three of Paris’s most famous physicians. He hurried to look in on Rosette. She had died an hour before. Ulric returned to his new home, where he found his old friend Tristan, whom he had called and who was waiting with the three doctors. “You may withdraw, gentlemen,” said Ulric. “The person with whom I wanted you to consult is no more.” Tristan, alone with Count Ulric, did not try to soothe his pain, but he stayed by his side and did his fraternal duty. It was he who directed the splendid funeral rites in honor of Rosette, to the great surprise of the whole hospital. He bought the objects that the girl had had with her and which, after her death, had become the property of the administration. Among these objects was the little blue dress that alone had remained with the poor dead girl. It was through his care that Ulric’s old furniture, from when he lived with Rosette, was moved into a room in the new apartment. It was a few days later that Ulric, having decided to die, was leaving for England. And so, propelled forth by the past, he entered Foy’s coffeehouse. The arrival of Ulric caused a great commotion amongst those already assembled. The gentlemen stood and addressed him with all the courtesy of those who have experience in such worldly matters. As for the women, they boldly stood for five minutes, almost embarrassing the Count de Rouvres by their staring, their curiosity becoming indiscretion. “Come, my dearly departed”, said Tristan seating Ulric in the place he usually reserved for Fanny, “prove to us that you’ve returned to the land of the living with a toast.” “Madame”, said Tristan gesturing towards Fanny, face immobile beneath her mask, “Madame you will be the catalyst for that proof.” Whispering in her ear, he continued, “Do not forget what I said.” Ulric took a large glass filled to the brim and exclaimed: “I drink ....” “Remember that political toasts are prohibited” interrupted Tristan with gusto. “I drink to Death”, said Ulric, who brought the glass to his lips, after raising it to his masked neighbor. “And I,” replied Fanny taking a sip in turn, “... I drink to youth, to love.” And like a flash of lightning ripping through an overcast sky, a smile shot forth from beneath her velvet mask. | Entry #19822 — Discuss 0 — Variant: US
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On the agreed-upon day Count Ulric de Rouvre’s apartment was ready. Having asked there for that very evening three of the most famous physicians in Paris Ulric ran to Rosette. She had died an hour earlier. Ulric went back to his new dwelling where his old friend Tristan, sent for earlier, was waiting along with the three doctors. — You may go, gentlemen, told them Ulric. —The person for whom I wanted your advice is no more. Alone with Count Ulric, Tristan did not attempt to ease his pain but rather shared it as a brother would. He was the one to arrange Rosette’s splendid funeral, to the amazement of the entire hospital. He also redeemed the things the young woman had brought along, and that upon her passing became the management’s property. Among such things was the little blue dress, the only one the poor deceased had left. He also took care to have Ulric’s old furniture, from the time he and Rosette had lived together, moved to a room in the new apartment. Within just a few days Ulric, resolved to die, was leaving for England. Such was the past of this character as he was entering the rooms of Café de Foy. Ulric’s arrival set off a great commotion among the gathering. The men got up to greet him politely as expected from society gentlemen. As for women, for five minutes they shamelessly held Count de Rouvre under the battery of their inquisitive stares bordering on indiscretion, which somewhat embarrassed him. — Well, dear deceased, said Tristan, placing Ulric next to Fanny in the seat that has been kept for him, — celebrate your return into the world of the living by a toast. The lady – he pointed towards Fanny, immobile under her mask – the lady will join you. And you – he whispered into the young woman’s ear – don’t forget my advice. Ulrik took a large glass filled to the brim and exclaimed : —I drink.. — Don’t forget , political toasts are banned – called out Tristan. —I drink to Death — said Ulric, after a bow to his masked neighbor, and brought the glass to his lips —And I, Fanny replied before taking a gulp in her turn, I drink to youth, to love —and like a cloud-splitting lightning, an incandescent smile flashed from under her velvet mask. - | Entry #18311 — Discuss 0 — Variant: Not specified
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On the set day, the apartment of Count Ulric de Rouvres was ready. That same evening, Ulric called in three of the most famous doctors in Paris. Then he ran to get Rosette. She had died an hour earlier. Ulric returned to his new home where he found his old friend Tristan, whom he had sent for, and who was waiting for him with the three doctors. “You may take leave, gentlemen,” Ulric told the latter. “The person for whom I wanted to consult is no longer.” Tristan, remaining alone with Count Ulric, did not try to assuage his pain, but shared it as a brother. He directed the splendid funeral arranged for Rosette, to the great surprise of the entire hospital. He bought back the objects that the girl had taken with her and which, after her death, had become government property. Among those objects was the little blue dress, the only one the poor deceased girl had left. Also through his doing, the antique furniture from Ulric’s time living with Rosette was transported to a room in his new apartment. It was just a few days later that Ulric, intent on dying, left for England. Such was the background of this character the moment he entered the salons of the café de Foy. Ulric’s arrival caused a great commotion within the assembly. Men rose and nodded politely the way worldly people do. Women in turn shamelessly held the Count de Rouvres into embarrassment for almost five minutes under a battery of gazes, curious to the point of indiscretion. “Come, my trespassed friend,” said Tristan as he placed Ulric at the seat reserved for him next to Fanny, “announce with a toast your return to the world of the living. Madame,” added Tristan referring to Fanny, motionless under her mask, “Madame will reason you.” “And you,” he whispered to the young woman, “do not forget my recommendations.” Ulric picked up a big glass filled to the brim and exclaimed: “I drink...” “Do not forget that political toasts are prohibited,” shouted Tristan. “I drink to Death,” said Ulric as he raised the glass to his lips after nodding to his masked table companion. “And I,” said Fanny as she drank herself, “I drink to youth, to love.” And like lightning ripping through clouds, a fiery smile lit up under her velvet mask. | Entry #20092 — Discuss 0 — Variant: US
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On the appointed day, Count Ulric de Rouvres’ apartment was prepared. Ulric had made an appointment for that very evening with three of the most famous doctors in Paris. Then he ran to get Rosette. She had died just an hour ago. Ulric returned to his new accommodations, where he found his old friend Tristan, whom he had called, and who awaited him with the three doctors. “You may go now, sirs,” said Ulric to them. “The person for whom I wished to consult you no longer exists.” Tristan, remaining alone with Count Ulric, did not try to relieve his pain, but fraternally supported him. It was he who organised the splendid funeral for Rosette, to the great astonishment of everyone at the hospital. He bought back objects which the young girl had brought with her, and which, after her death, had become the property of the administration. Among these objects could be found a little blue dress, the only one remaining to the poor deceased girl. It was also by his care that Ulric’s old furniture, from when he had been living with Rosette, was transported to a room of his new apartment. It was a few days later that Ulric, decided upon dying, left for England. Such had been this personnage’s background at the moment when he entered the coffee house of Foy. Ulric’s arrival caused a great commotion in the assembly. The men rose and addressed him the courteous greetings of worldly men. As for the women, they brazenly held the nearly-embarrassed Count de Rouvres in the batteries of their gazes for five minutes, curious to the point of indiscretion. “Come now, my dearly departed,” said Tristan, making Ulric sit in the place reserved for him beside Fanny, “show your return to the world of the living with a toast. Madam,” added Tristan while indicating Fanny, immobile under her mask, “Madam will agree with you. And you,” he said quietly in the young woman’s ear, “don’t forget what I recommended to you.” Ulric took a big glass filled to the brim and cried out, “I drink…” “Don’t forget that political toasts are forbidden,” shouted Tristan to him. “I drink to Death,” said Ulric, bringing the glass to his lips, after having saluted his masked neighbour. “And I,” answered Fanny, drinking in turn, “… I drink to youth, to love.” And like lightning tearing through a cloud, a flaming smile lit up her face under her velvet mask. | Entry #18319 — Discuss 0 — Variant: Canadian
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On the prescribed day, the apartment of Count Ulric de Rouvres was prepared. Ulric made an appointment for three of the most famous physicians of Paris to be there that very evening. Then he ran to get Rosette. She had just died an hour earlier. Ulric returned to his new accommodations, where he found his old friend, Tristan, whom he had called for, and who was waiting for him with the three physicians. "You may leave, gentlemen," said Ulric to those three. "The person whom I wished you to examine is gone from this world." Tristan, remaining alone with Count Ulric, did not attempt to soothe his sorrow, rather he kept company with him as a brother might. It was he who supervised the splendid funeral service which was held for Rosette, to the great astonishment of the whole hospital. He purchased the objects which the young woman had brought with her, and which, after her death, had become the property of the administration. Among those objects was the little blue dress, the only one the dearly departed still had. Also by means of his care and attention, Ulric's old furnishings, from when he lived with Rosette, were transported to a room of his new apartment. It was a few days afterward that Ulric, determined to die, was leaving for England. Such was the previous history of this individual as he entered the dining rooms of the Café de Foy. Ulric's arrival caused a great stir among those who were gathered. The men got up and greeted him courteously in the manner of well-to-do gentlemen. The women, on the other hand, being curious to the point of indiscretion, for five minutes brazenly stared at the Count de Rouvres, who was almost embarrassed to be held fast in their gaze. "Let's go, my dear interloper," said Tristan, making Ulric sit down at the place which had been reserved for him next to Fanny. "Announce your re-entry into the world of the living with a toast. Madame," added Tristan, indicating Fanny, immobile behind her mask, "madame will propose a toast to you in turn. And do not forget, " he whispered softly into the young woman's ear, "what I suggested to you." Ulric took a large glass filled right to the brim and cried out: "I drink ..." "Don't forget that political toasts are forbidden!" exclaimed Tristan to him. "I drink to death," said Ulric, bringing the glass to his lips, after raising it to his masked neighbor. "And I," responded Fanny, taking a drink in turn, "... I drink to youth, to love. " And like a bolt of lightning that splits a cloud, a brilliant smile flashed below her velvet mask. | Entry #19924 — Discuss 0 — Variant: Not specified
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On the appointed day, Count Ulric de Rouvres’ apartment was prepared. Ulric had planned a meeting for that very evening with three of the best known doctors in Paris. Then he ran to fetch Rosette. She had just died an hour before. Ulric returned to his new lodgings where he found his old friend Tristan whom he had called and who was waiting for him with the three doctors. “You may leave, gentlemen,” said Ulric to the doctors. “The person I wanted you to consult with no longer exists.” Tristan, alone with Count Ulric, didn’t try to assuage his pain but held him like a brother. It was he who organized the splendid funeral for Rosette to the great astonishment of everyone in the hospital. He bought the objects the young girl had taken with her and which, after her death, became the property of the administration. Among these was the little blue dress, the only one left belonging to the poor dead girl. Under his care, the Ulric’s old furnishings from when he lived with Rosette were transported to a room in his new apartment. It was some days later that Ulric, having decided to die, left for England. Such were the preceding events leading up to the moment he entered the Café de Foy. Ulric’s arrival caused a stir among the customers. The men stood and gave him a gentlemanly greeting. As for the women, for five minutes they shamelessly embraced Count Rouvres who was almost embarassed under the battery of their glances, curious to the point of indiscretion. “Come on, my dear lifeless friend,” said Tristan helping Ulric to be seated in the place he had reserved for him next to Fanny, “Let’s toast to your entry to the world of the living. Madam…” added Tristan in indicating Fanny, immobile under her mask, « Madam is right. And you…” he whispered softly in the young woman’s ear, “Dont forget what I recommended.” Ulric took a large glass filled to the rim and shouted: “I drink…” “Don’t forget that political toasts are forbidden!” cried out Tristan. “I drink to Death,” said Ulric raising the class to his lips after having saluted his masked neighbor. “And I…” responded Fanny drinking in turn, “I drink to youth, to love.” And like a ray of sun bursting through the clouds, a smile radiated from under her velour mask. | Entry #20840 — Discuss 0 — Variant: Not specified
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On the appointed day, the apartment of Count Ulric of Rouvres was gotten ready. Ulric had agreed to meet that same evening with three of the most famous doctors in Paris. Then, he ran to look for Rosette. She had just died an hour before. Ulric returned to his new lodgings where he met up with his old friend Tristan, whom he had asked to come and who was waiting for him along with the three doctors. “You may take leave, Sirs,” said Ulric. “The person in respect of which I wanted to consult you has ceased to exist.” Tristan, alone now with Count Ulric, did not attempt to relieve his grief, but treated him with kindness. It was he who took charge of the splendid funeral arrangements made for Rosette, to the great surprise of the entire hospice. He purchased the effects that the young girl had taken with her and which, following her death, became the property of the estate. Among the objects was the small blue dress, the only one left the dear deceased. In addition, the former furnishings of Ulric, when he lived with Rosette, were transported to a room in his new apartment. It was several days later that Ulric, intent on dying, was about to leave for England. This is where things stood regarding Ulric, at the moment when he entered the salons at the Foy café. The arrival of Ulric provoked a large reaction among the assembly. The men stood up and greeted him with all the courtesies of worldly folk. As for the women, they remained nonplused for five minutes as they beheld the Count of Rouvres, somewhat embarrassed by the tenor of their regard, which reeked of curiosity. “Come here, my dear guest,” said Tristan making a place for Ulric to sit in a place he had reserved next to Fanny. “Let us have a toast to your return to the world of the living.” “Madame,” added Tristan in reference to Fanny, who remained rigid behind her mask,” Madame you will have the last say about it.” “And you,” he whispered into the ear of the young woman, “don’t forget what I counseled you to do.” Ulric took a large glass filled to the brim and shouted: “I drink….” “Don’t forget that toasts of a political nature are forbidden,” cried out Tristan. “I propose a toast to Death,” said Ulric as he raised the glass to his lips after saluting his disguised neighbor. “And I,” responded Fanny taking a drink in turn...”I toast a drink to youth, to love.” And like lightening that cuts through a cloud, a warm smile appeared under her velveteen mask. | Entry #16724 — Discuss 0 — Variant: Not specified
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Count ULric de Rouvres' flat was ready on the scheduled day. Ulric set the appointment for that very evening there with three of the most famous Parisian doctors. Then, he ran to fetch Rosette. She had died an hour earlier. Ulric went back to his new quarters, where he found his old friend Tristan, whom he had sent for, and who awaited him with the three doctors. - You can leave, Doctors, Ulric told these three. The person about whom I wanted to consult you, is no longer with us. Tristan, left alone with Count Ulric, did not attempt to ease his pain, but empathised with his grief in a brotherly way. It was he who organised the splendid funeral services for Rosette, to the great astonishment of all the hospital. He bought all the things that the young lady had taken with her, and, which, after her death, had become the property of the administration. Among these objects, there was the little blue dress, the only thing that was left to the poor deceased soul. It was also thanks to his care that Ulric's old furniture was taken to a room in his new flat from Rosette's place, from when he lived with her. It was a few days later that Ulric, feeling suicidal, left for England. This was the story of this character when he entered the lounge of Foy café. Ulric's arrival caused quite a stir in the gathering. The gentlemen rose and courteously greeted him in the manner of fashionable people. The ladies, however, held Count Rouvres' gaze brazenly for five minutes and he felt almost embarrassed by their stares, as their curiosity was almost indiscreet. -Come on, my dear dead one, said Tristan, leading Ulric to the seat which had been reserved for him near Fanny, toast your return to the world of the living. Madame, continued Tristan, indicating Fanny, expressionless as her face wore a mask, Madame will accompany you in drinking. And you, he said in a low voice in the ear of the young lady, don't forget what I told you. Ulric took a glass filled to the brim and cried out: - I drink.... -Don't forget that political toasts are forbidden, Tristan warned him. - I drink to Death, replied Ulric, lifting the glass to his lips, after having saluted his neighbour with the mask. - And I, answered Fanny, drinking in her turn... I drink to youth, to love. And like a bolt of lightning that cuts through a cloud, a flaming smile lit up her velvet mask. | Entry #18514 — Discuss 0 — Variant: Not specified
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On the day in question, Count Ulric de Rouvres’ apartment was prepared. Ulric arranged to meet that very evening with three of the most famous doctors in Paris and then went to bring Rosette there. She had died an hour earlier. Ulric returned to his new accommodations where he found his old friend Tristan whom he had called and who now waited with the three doctors. “You may leave now, gentlemen.” Ulric said to them. “The one whom I wanted you to examine is no more.” Tristan, the only one who stayed with Count Ulric, did not try to assuage his grief but shared it in a brotherly fashion. It was he who oversaw the lavish funeral that was arranged for Rosette, to the great astonishment of all at the hospital. He bought back the items that she had brought with her and that after her death, had become the property of the hospital. Among these items was a little blue dress, the only one that the deceased owned. He also arranged for Ulric’s old furniture from when he was living with Rosette to be transported to a room in his new apartment. It was a few days afterward that Ulric would leave for England, having decided to die. These were the events prior to the moment he entered the salons at Foy's café. Ulric's arrival caused a great stir among those assembled. The men stood up and gave him a full gentleman's welcome. The women shamelessly held the self-conscious count in their gaze, curious to the point of indiscretion. "Come, my late lamented friend", said Tristan seating Ulric in the chair near Fanny that he had saved for him, "let us make a toast to your return to the land of the living. Madame, you were right", Tristan added to Fanny, motionless under her mask. "And," he said, whispering into her ear, "don't forget what I told you." Ulric picked up a large glass that was filled almost to the rim and said: "I drink..." "Don't forget that toasts on politics are forbidden!" Tristan said to him. "I drink to Death." said Ulric bringing the glass to his lips after having saluted his masked companion. "And I," Fanny said when it was her turn to speak, "drink to youth, to love. And like a bolt of lightning that tears a cloud asunder, a fiery smile shines under its velvet mask." | Entry #17018 — Discuss 0 — Variant: US
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On the appointed day, Count Ulric de Rouvres’s flat was prepared. Ulric had arranged for three of the most renowned doctors in Paris to visit that evening. Then he went to collect Rosette. She had been dead for an hour. Ulric returned to his new flat where he found his old friend, Tristan, who he had called, waiting with the three doctors. ‘-You can leave, gentlemen’, Ulric said to the doctors. ‘The person I wanted you to see is no longer alive.’ Tristan, alone with Count Ulric, didn’t try to ease his grief, but felt for him in a brotherly way. It was him who organised the magnificent funeral for Rosette to the surprise of the hospital. He bought all the belongings of the young girl, which had become the property of the local authorities on her death. Among her belongings was the little blue dress, the only one the poor deceased girl owned. It was thanks to Tristan also that Ulric’s old furniture from when he lived with Rosette was moved into a room in his new flat. It was only a few days later that Ulric left for England, having decided to end his life. This is the background of the character who is entering the Café de Foy. Ulric’s arrival caused a great commotion amongst the people present. The men stood up and gave the courteous hello of worldly people. As for the women, they stared shamelessly at the Count of Rouvres for five minutes making him feel almost embarrassed, curious to the point of indiscretion. ‘-Go, my dear deceased’, said Tristan, pushing Ulric into the seat next to Fanny that had been reserved for him, ‘show us you have re-entered the world of the living.’ ‘My dear lady’, added Tristan, pointing to Fanny, who was motionless under her mask, ‘you will make him see sense.’ He then whispered in the young lady’s ear, ‘don’t forget what I advised you to do’. Ulric lifted up a big full glass and cried out, ‘-I drink....’ ‘-Don’t forget that political toasts are forbidden’ shouted Tristan. ‘-I drink to Death’, said Ulric, bringing the glass to his lips, after greeting his masked neighbour. ‘And I..’, Fanny replied, taking her turn to make a toast.., ‘I drink to youth, to love.’ And like a flash of light breaking up a cloud, a passionate smile appeared under her velvet mask. | Entry #19067 — Discuss 0 — Variant: British
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On the appointed day, the apartment of Count Ulric de Rouvres was prepared. That very evening, Ulric had called three of the most renowned physiciansin Paris to meet him there. Then he ran in search of Rosette. She had died just an hour before. Ulric returned to his new abode, where he found his old friend Tristan, whom he had called, and who was waiting for him with the three physicians. "You may go, gentlemen," said Ulric. "The person for whom I wished to consult you no longer exists." Tristan, staying behind alone with Count Ulric, did not try to soothe his pain, but rather shared in it as a brother. It was he who arranged the splendid funeral services for Rosette, to the great astonishment of the entire hospital. He purchased all of the belongings that the young girl had brought with her, and which, after her death, had become the property of the administration. Found among these belongings was the little blue dress, the only one the poor deceased girl still had. Ulric's antique furniture, also kept with Rosette during her treatment, was moved into a room in his new apartment. A few days later Urlic, determined to die, left for England. Such were the events leading up to the moment this man entered the salons of the Café de Foy. Urlic's arrival caused a great commotion within the gathering. Men arose from their seats and addressed him with the courteous greetings of high society. As for the women, they stared shamelessly at the Count of Rouvres for minutes on end, curious to the point of indiscretion, nearly discomfitting him under the onslaught of their gazes. "Come, my dearly departed," said Tristan, as he attempted to seat Ulric in the place he had reserved for him next to Fanny, "Call for a toast to celebrate your return to the world of the living. Madame," added Tristan, to Fanny, frozen beneath her mask, "Madame, you must come to terms. And do not forget," he whispered into the young girl's ear, "what I have advised you." Ulric took a large glass filled nearly to the brim and cried, "I drink..." "Do not forget, political toasts are forbidden," Tristan shouted to him. "I drink to Death," said Ulric, as he brought the glass to his lips, after regarding his masked neighbor. "And I," responded Fanny as she drank in turn... "I drink to youth, to love." And like a bolt of lightning that parts a cloud, the flame of a smile lit up beneath her velvet mask. | Entry #15757 — Discuss 0 — Variant: Not specified
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On the appointed day, the apartment of Count Ulric de Rouvres was prepared. For that very evening, Ulric invited three of the most famous doctors in Paris. Then he ran to pick up Rosette. She had died just an hour before. Ulric came back to his new accommodations, where he found his old friend Tristan, whom he had had called, and who awaited him with the three doctors. “You can leave, sirs,” Ulrich told them. “The person I wished for you to consult no longer exists.” Tristan, left alone with Ulric, did not try to calm his grief but he shared it in a brotherly fashion. It was he who directed the grand funeral arranged for Rosette, to the great astonishment of the entire hospital. He bought back the objects which the young woman had taken away with her and which, after her death, had become property of the administration. Among these objects figured the little blue dress, the only one which remained to the poor deceased. By his care as well, Ulric’s old furniture was transferred into a room of his new apartment while he remained with Rosette. It was a few days afterward that Ulric, determined to die, left for England. Such was the background of this character at the moment when he entered the rooms of the Café du Foy. Ulric’s arrival caused a great movement in the assembly. The men stood and greeted him with the courteous greeting of worldly men. As for the women, for five minutes they impudently held the Count of Rouvres, almost embarrassed under the beating of their gazes, curious to the point of indiscretion. “Let’s go, my dear deceased,” Tristan said while seating Ulric at the place that had been reserved for him near Fanny. “Signal by your toast your return to the world of the living. Madame,” Tristan added, indicating Fanny, unmoving under her mask, “Madame will toast with you. And you,” he said under his breath to the young woman’s ear, “do not forget what I suggested to you.” Ulric took a large glass, filled to the brim, and exclaimed: “I am drinking…” “Do not forget that political toasts are forbidden,” Tristan shouted to him. “I drink to Death,” said Ulric, bringing the glass to his lips after saluting his disguised neighbor. “And I,” replied Fanny, drinking in turn, “I drink to youth, to love.” And like lightning which rips apart a cloud, a smile of flames lit up behind her velvet mask. | Entry #19502 — Discuss 0 — Variant: US
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On the appointed day, Comte Ulric de Rouvres' apartment was ready. Ulric arranged for it to be the place where, that very evening, three of the most illustrious doctors in Paris should meet. Then he ran to look for Rosette. She had just died, only an hour before. Ulric returned to his new apartment, where he found his old friend Tristan, whom he had summoned, and who was waiting for him with the three doctors - You can leave, sirs, Ulric told the doctors. The person about whom I wished to consult you is no longer alive. Tristan, left alone with Comte Ulric, did not try to assuage his grief, but associated himself with it in a brotherly way. It was he who directed the splendid obsequies which were mounted for Rosette, to the great astonishment of the entire hospital. He bought back the objects that the young girl had taken away with her, and which, after her death, had become the property of the administration. Among these objects was the little blue gown, the only gown which remained to the poor deceased. It was, also, through his efforts that, when Ulric was living with Rosette, Ulric's old furniture was brought into a room in his new apartment. It was only a few days afterwards that Ulric, determined to die, was leaving for England. Such was the antecedent history of this personage at the period when he began his entry into the salons of the café de Foy. Ulric's arrival caused great sensation in the assembly. The men rose to their feet and offered him the courteous salutation proper to men of the world. As for the ladies, they had the effrontery, for a good five minutes, to hold the Comte de Rouvres almost bemused in the sights of their volley of scrutiny, curious to the point of indiscretion. - Come along, my dear abused fellow, said Tristan, in offering Ulric a seat in the place that was reserved for himself next to Fanny, propose a toast to mark your return to the land of the living. Madame, Tristan added, pointing to Fanny, completely still beneath her mask, Madame will respond to your toast. And you, he whispered in the young woman's ear, don't forget what I told you. Ulric took a large glass filled to the brim and exclaimed: I drink.... - Don't forget that toasts on the subject of politics are not allowed, Tristan called to him. I drink to Death, said Ulric, bringing the glass to his lips, after having acknowledged the masked lady next to him. - And I, replied Fanny, drinking in her turn...I drink to youth, to love. And like a flash of lightning tearing through a cloud, a smile which was all flame shone out from under her velvet mask. | Entry #15955 — Discuss 0 — Variant: British
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On the set day, Count Ulric´s apartment was ready. Ulric set an appointment there, on the very same evening, with three of Paris´ most famous doctors. Then, he ran to fetch Rosette. She had just died an hour before. Ulric went back to his new apartment, where he found his old friend Tristan, who he had called for, and who was waiting for him, with the three doctors. ―You may leave, gentlemen, said Ulric to them. The person I wanted to consult you for, no longer exists. Tristan, who had remained alone with Count Ulric, did not intend to sooth his pain, but, fraternally associated himself to it. It was he who directed the splendid funeral performed for Rosette, at the great astonishment of the whole hospital. He bought back the objects the young girl had taken along, and which, after her death, had become the administration´s property. Among these objects, there was the little blue dress, the only one left to the poor defunct. Through his care, as well, Ulric´s ancient furniture, when he was living with Rosette, was transported to a room, in his new apartment. It was just a few days afterwards that Ulric, decided to die was leaving for England. Such were that individual´s antecedents, at the moment he stepped in the Café de Foy´s salons. Ulric´s arrival caused a great movement in the audience. The men stood-up and addressed him with the well-to-do people´s courteous greetings. As far as the women were concerned, they shamelessly kept the almost embarrassed Count de Rouvres, for five minutes, under the fire of their stare, curious to the point of indiscretion. ―So, my dear dead man, said Tristan, as he had Ulric sit in the place which had been reserved for him, next to Fanny, signal with a toast, your return to the world of the living. My lady, added Tristan, as he pointed at Fanny, motionless behind her mask, my lady shall make you come to reason. And you, he murmured in the young woman´s ear, do not forget what I have recommended you. Ulric took a large glass filled to the brim, and exclaimed: ―I drink… ―Do not forget that political toasts are forbidden, Tristan shouted to him. ―I drink to Death, said Ulric, as he took the glass to his lips, after having greeted his masked neighbor. ―And I, replied Fanny, as her turn had come to drink… I drink to youth, to love. And, as a lightning that rips a cloud apart, a flame-like smile lit-up under her velvet mask. | Entry #15748 — Discuss 0 — Variant: Not specified
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On the arranged day, the apartment of Count Ulric de Rouvres was ready. Ulric made an appointment here, for the same evening, with three of the most renowned doctors in Paris. Then he ran to look for Rosette. She had just died an hour ago. Ulric returned to his new home, where he found his old friend Tristan, whom he had called for, and who was waiting for him with the three doctors. — You may leave, gentlemen, Ulric said to them. The person whom I wanted to see you about no longer exists. Tristan, who remained alone with Count Ulric, did not try to ease his pain, but supported him like a brother. It was he who made arrangements for the splendid funeral that was bestowed upon Rosette, to the great amazement of the whole hospital. He bought back the objects that the young girl had taken with her, and which, after her death, had become the property of the authorities. Among these objects was the small blue dress, the only remaining one owned by the poor deceased. He also made sure that, Ulric’s old furniture, when he lived with Rosette, was transported to a room in his new apartment. This was a few days after Ulric, having decided to die, left for England. Such was the history of this character at the time when he entered the salons of the Café de Foy. Ulric’s arrival caused a great stir in the meeting. The men got up and addressed him with the courteous greeting reserved for society people. As for the women, they brazenly stared for five minutes at the Count of Rouvres, who became almost embarrassed under the relentless of their gazes, curious to the point of indiscretion. — Let’s go, my dearly deceased, said Tristan whilst making Ulric sit in the seat which had been reserved for Fanny, mark with a toast your return to the world of the living. Madam, added Tristan whilst pointing at Fanny, expressionless under her mask, madam will not disappoint you by drinking as much as you. And you, he said softly in the ear of the young lady, don’t forget what I have recommended to you. Ulric took a tall cocktail glass filled to the brim and shouted out: — I’m drinking.... — Don’t forget that political toasts are forbidden, Tristan shouted to him. — I’m drinking to Death, said Ulric whilst raising the glass to his lips, after having paid tribute to his masked neighbour. — And me, replied Fanny whilst drinking in turn... I’m drinking to youth and love. And like lightning which tears apart a cloud, a smile of love shone bright under her velvet mask. | Entry #16147 — Discuss 0 — Variant: UK
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When the day came, Count Ulric de Rouvres’ apartment was made ready. Ulric arranged to meet three of Paris’s most famous physicians there that evening. Then he ran off to find Rosette. She had died just an hour beforehand. Ulric went back to his new flat where he found his old friend Tristan who he had got someone to call for. He was waiting there for him with the three doctors. “You can leave, gentlemen”, Ulric said to them. “The person I wanted you to see is no more.” When Tristan was alone with Count Ulric he didn’t try to soothe his pain but did look after him. He was the one who organised Rosette’s grand funeral that astonished the whole hospital. He bought back the girl’s things that she had brought with her which had become hospital property after she died. Amongst these things was the little blue dress which was the only one the poor deceased girl had left. He also arranged for Ulric’s old furniture from when he was living with Rosette to be shipped to one of the rooms in his new apartment. It was only a few days later that Ulric left for England, determined to die. That was this character’s history at the point where he started going to coffee houses in Foy. Ulric’s arrival caused a great commotion amongst those assembled. The men stood up and greeted him with a polite greeting that would be familiar to all. The ladies blatantly stared for five minutes. Count Rouvres was almost embarrassed under the barrage of their almost thoughtless peering. “Come along my dearly departed,” Tristan said, seating Ulric in the chair that Fanny had saved for him, “Show them you’re back in the land of the living by raising a toast. “Madam,” said Tristan, pointing at Fanny who was motionless beneath her mask, “Madam will drink to you. “And you,” he whispered in the young woman’s ear, “don’t forget what I suggested.“ Ulric picked up a large glass filled to the brim and exclaimed, “I drink to…” “Remember that you’re not allowed to do political toasts,” Tristan called out to him. “I drink to Death,” said Ulric, greeting his masked companion and bringing the glass to his lips. “And as for me,” replied Fanny, taking her turn to drink, “I drink to youth, … to love.” And like a bolt of lightning ripping a cloud, a flaming smile lit up under her velvet mask. | Entry #18151 — Discuss 0 — Variant: UK
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On this particular day, Earl Ulric de Rouvre’s appartment was ready. Ulric had an appointment made for the very evening to see three of Paris’ most famous doctors. Then, he ran to get Rosette. She had just died, one hour earlier. Ulric came back to his new home, where he found his old friend Tristan, to whom a call had been made earlier. He was waiting for him with the three doctors. -‘You can withdraw gentlemen’, Ulric said to them. ‘The person I wanted to consult you for is no longer.’ Tristan, who stayed alone with Earl Ulric, did not try to soothe his pain, but united with him in a brotherly way. He was the one who directed the grand funeral that had been organised for Rosette, much to the whole hospital’s astonishment. He bought back the objects the young girl had taken with her. After her death, they became the property of the administration. Among these objects was a blue dress, the only one that was left to the poor deceased. As well, part of his care was to have Ulric’s old furniture, from the time he lived with Rosette, transported to one of his new apartment’s rooms. It was a few days later that Ulric, determined to die, left for England. Such was the background of this character when he entered the Café de Foy salons. Ulric’s arrival created a stir amongst the assembly. The men stood up and gave him the courteous nods typical of society people. As for the women, they impudently made the Earl of Rouvres feel almost embarrassed for five minutes, with their gazes changing from curiosity to indiscretion. -‘Come on my dear deceased’, said Tristan showing Ulric his reserved seat near Fanny. ‘Propose a toast to your return to the living world, Madam’, added Tristan while designating Fanny who was motionless under her mask. ‘Madam will reason you’. ‘And you’, he said in a whisper into the young woman’s ear, ‘Do not forget what I recommended.’ Ulric took a big glass filled to the top and announced: -I drink.... -‘Do not forget that political toasts are forbidden’, shouted Tristan. -‘I drink to death’, said Ulric holding the glass towards his lips after greeting his masked neighbour. -‘And I’, replied Fanny drinking in turn... ’I drink to youth, to love....’ and like lightening ripping through a cloud, a passionate smile lightened up under the velvet mask. | Entry #20164 — Discuss 0 — Variant: Not specified
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On the specified day, Count Ulric de Rouvres's quarters were prepared. Ulric was to hold a meeting there that very evening with three of the most renowned medical practitioners in Paris. Then he went out in search of Rosette. She had just died an hour before. Ulric returned to his new lodgings where he found his old friend Tristan, whom he had called upon and who had waited for him with the three physicians. "You may retire, sirs," Ulric said to them. "The person about whom I had wished to consult with you no longer lives." Tristan alone stayed with Count Ulric, not trying to assuage his suffering but merely keeping his fraternal company there. It was he who directed the splendid funeral ceremonies that were performed for Rosette to the great astonishment of the entire hospital. He ransomed the articles that the young girl had brought with here and that after her death had become the property of the administration. Among those articles was found the tiny blue dress, the only thing that remained of the poor deceased girl. Also, as a result of his friend's ministrations, Ulric's furniture from when he lived with Rosette was transported in its entirety to his new quarters. It was only a few days afterwards that Ulric, having decided to die, left for England. Such was this man of distinction's history prior to the moment when he entered the drawing rooms of the Café de Foy. As it happened, Ulric caused a great stirring among those assembled. The men stood up and addressed him with the courteous salutations of men of the world. As for the women, they brazenly occupied the Count de Rouvres for five minutes, he almost embarrassed by the battery of their well wishes, curious to the point of indiscretion. "Come along, my dearly departed," Tristan said while making Ulric sit at the place that had been reserved for him close to Fanny. "This calls for toasting your re-entry into the world of the living." "Madame," Tristan added in designating Fanny, motionless beneath her mask, "Madame, will make you see reason." "And you," he said softly into the ear of the young woman, "don't forget what I have advised you." Ulric picked up a large glass filled to the brim and exclaimed: "I drink..." "Don't forget that prudent toasts are forbidden," Tristan shouted back at him. "I drink to Death," said Ulric as he raised the glass to his lips after having bowed to his masked neighbor. "And I," responded Fanny while drinking on her part, "I drink to youth, to love." And, like a ray of sunlight cutting through a cloud, a brilliant smile lit up beneath her velvet mask. | Entry #16088 — Discuss 0 — Variant: US
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On the set day, Count Ulric de Rouvres’s flat was prepared. There Ulric welcomed three of the most esteemed Parisian doctors. Afterwards he ran to find Rosette. She had just died an hour ago. Ulric returned to his new flat, where he found his friend Tristan, who he had called, and who was waiting for him with the three doctors. “You can leave now, gentlemen,” Ulric said. “The person for whom I wanted your advice, is no longer with us." Tristan, who remained alone with Count Ulric, did not try to ease his pain, but stayed with him, as a brotherly friend. This helped him through Rosette’s wonderful funeral, to the enormous surprise of everyone at the hospital. He took back the possessions that the young girl had brought with her, and which, after her death, now formed part of her estate. Amongst these, he found the little blue dress, the only one the poor deceased girl had owned. For all his cares, seeing the furniture from when he was with Rosette took him to a room in his new flat. This was a few days after, Ulric, who having resolved to die, was leaving for England. Such was the past of this character as he entered the lounge of the café du Foy. Ulric’s arrival caused a commotion in the gathering. Gentlemen got up and gave him the courteous greeting, expected of such men of the world. As for the women, they stood boldly for five minutes, to the point that Count Rouvres was embarrassed by their intense stares, curious to the point of indiscretion. “Come, my dear deceased”, said Tristan, making Ulric sit at the place that he had reserved for him next to Fanny, let us know you are here by toasting your return to the land of the living. “Madam” added Tristan speaking to Fanny, perfectly still under her mask, ‘Madam you will make everything right.” He whispered in her ear “Don’t forget my suggestion.” Ulric took a large glass full to overflowing and exclaimed “I drink…” “Don’t forget that we don’t allow political toasts,” Tristan shouted to him. “I drink to Death,” said Ulric, bringing the glass to his lips, after greeting his masked neighbour. Fanny, drinking in her turn, responded “ I drink to youth and love." Under her velvet mask, like a flash of lightening tearing through a cloud, a loving warm-hearted smile lit up her face. | Entry #21583 — Discuss 0 — Variant: British
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On the agreed upon date, the apartment of Count Ulric of Rouvres was ready. Ulric had given an appointment for that same evening to three famous doctors of Paris. Then he ran to look for Rosette. She had just died an hour ago. Ulric returned to his quarters where he foudn his old friend Tristan, whom he had called and that was waiting for him with the three doctors. _You may leave, sirs, Ulric told them. The person for which I wanted to consult with you no longer exists. Tristan, stayed alone with Count Ulric, without trying to calm his pain, yet being fraternal. It was pointless for him to lead the appropriate funeral services fitting of Rosette much to the grand dismay of the entire hospital. He rescued the objects that the young lady had brought with her, and that after her death had become the property of the hospital administration. Among them a small blue dress the only one that the poor deceased had left. On the same token, the old furniture of Ulric of when he lived with Rosette was transported to a room of his new apartment. Only a few days later Ulric who was set on dying, departed to England. This was the background of this character when he enter the salon at Foy cafe. The arrival of Ulric caused great commotion among those present. The men stood up and gave him that polite greeting of people of the world. Meanwhile, the women tried to contain their indiscreet looks and during five minutes the Count of Rouvres was almost embarrassed by their killer looks, curious to the point of indiscretion. _Let's enter my dear, said Tristan while making Ulric sit at the stop he had reserved for him close to Fanny, then offering a toast in his honor for his entrance to the world of the living. My lady, said Tristan referring himself to Fanny, who was still under her mask, you will make him reason. And you, he whispered in the young lady's ear, do not forget what I advised you. Ulric took a big glass filled it to the brim and exclaimed: _I drink... _Do not forget that political toasts are prohibited, yelled Tristan. _I drink to Death, said Ulric and brought the glass to his lips, after greeting his masked neighbor. _And I, Fanny answered drinking when it was her turn...drink to youth, to love. And like lightning that destroys a cloud, a passionate smile illuminated itself under her suede mask. | Entry #22009 — Discuss 0 — Variant: Not specified
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On the date in question, Count Ulric de Rouvres got his tenement ready. Ulric played host that evening to three of the most famous doctors in Paris. Then he rushed to look for Rosette. She passed away an hour ago. Ulric came back to his new home, where he came across his old friend Tristan, who had called him, and who was waiting for him with the three doctors. - You can leave, dear sirs, Ulric said to them. The person who I wanted to ask you about is no longer alive. Tristan stayed by himself with Count Ulric, not trying to appease his pain, but comforted him like a brother. It was he who took charge of Rosette's flamboyant funeral service, to the great surprise of the whole hospital. He bought items which the young girl had taken with her, and which, after her death, became the property of the administration. Amongst these items was a little blue dress, the only one which she had. He also took care of Ulric's old furniture, from when he lived with Rosette, transporting it into a room in his new dwelling. This was a few days after Ulric, deciding to die, left for England. Such was the mindset of this character at the time when he entered the coffee rooms in Foy. Ulric's arrival caused great movement in the crowd. Men stood up and courteously saluted him. As for the women, they brazenly stared at the Count of Rouvres, almost embarrassed under the gaze of their looks, for five minutes, curious to the point of being not at all discrete. - Let's go, my dear deceased girl, said Tristan, while making Ulric sit down in the space which he had kept free with Fanny, let's toast you coming back to the world of the living. Madam, added Tristan showing Fanny, completely still under her mask, Madam you will be right. And you, he said, whispering to the young woman, don't forget how I commended you. Ulric had a large drink, full to the brim, and cried out: - I'm drinking.... - Don't forget that public toasts are banned, Tristan shouted to him. - I'm drinking to Death, exclaimed Ulric, lifting the drink to his lips, after having clinked glasses with his masked lady next to him. - And me, answered Fanny with her drink... I'm drinking to youth, to love. And like a thunderbolt tearing through the clouds, a passionate smile lit up under her velvet mask. | Entry #17923 — Discuss 0 — Variant: British
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To the date, the apartment of Ulric, the Duke of Rouvres, was made ready. There, on that same night, Ulric received three of the most renowned doctors in Paris. Then he hurried off to find Rosette. She had died an hour before. Ulric went back to his new lodgings, where he found his old friend Tristan, whom he had sent for, waiting for him, along with the three doctors. - You may all leave, gentlemen, Ulric told them. - The person whom I wanted to consult you about, is no more. Tristan, who stayed with Duke Ulric, didn't try to ease his pain, but took part in it as a brother. It was him who conducted the grand arrangements for Rosette's funeral, much to the surprise of the whole hospital. He purchased back the things that the young girl had brought with her, and that after her death had become the property of the administration. Among these objects was a little blue dress, the only thing left of the poor deceased. Under his care, Ulric's old dresser from the time he stayed with Rosette, was transported safely to his new apartment. It was just a few days later that Ulric decided to die, and left for England. Such was the past this person carried when he entered the salons of the Foy café. Ulrics arrival caused quite a stir in the assembly. The men stood up and saluted him with courteousness like men of the world. As for the women, they lit up shamelessly, and curious to the indiscreet, they made the Duke of Rouvre almost feel embarrassed within five minutes of their constant glares. - Come on, my deceased friend, said Tristan, making Ulric sit down where he had made place for him next to Fanny, signaling their return to the world of the living. - Madame, Tristan said turning to Fanny, who sat fixed under her mask, - Madame, You are right. And, he whispered in the young girls ear, -Don't forget what I adviced you to. Ulric picked up a big full glass by his side and exclaimed: - I will drink.... - Don't forget that political toasts are forbidden! Tristan shouted at him. - I will drink to Death, Ulric said, raising his glass first to his masked neighbour and then to his lips. - And I, responded Fanny, taking her turn to toast, - I drink to youth and to love. And like a ray of light piercing a cloud, a smile of passion lit up under his velvet mask. | Entry #18004 — Discuss 0 — Variant: Not specified
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On the fixed day, the Count Ulric de Rouvres’s apartment was ready. Ulric made an appointment for that same evening with three of the most famous doctors from Paris, to be held there,. Then, he ran to see Rossete. She had just died one hour before. Ulric returned to his new lodgings where he found his old friend Tristan. He had him called and expected him to be present in the same meeting with the doctors. –You can now retire, Sirs, Ulric said to them. The patient I wanted you to see has passed away. Tristan, who was the only one remaining with Count Ulric, did not try to alleviate his friend’s sufferings but instead, he showed his solidarity in a brotherly way. He took care of the splendid memorial services made in Rossete’s name. This was a great surprise for everyone at the hospital. He also bought the items that the young girl had taken along with her and after her passing they had become property of the undertaker’s administration. Among these items there was a small blue dress, the only bit of clothing left to the poor deceased girl. By his own means, Tristan managed to transfer Ulric’s old furniture from where Ulric used to live with Rossete’s, to a room in the new apartment. Ulric travelled to England a few days after he had wished to end his days, Such was the background of this personality at the time he set foot in the lounge of Café de Foy. Upon his arrival, Uric caused quite a stir at the gathering. The men stood up to greet him and gave him a courteous welcome typical of society people. With respect to the ladies, they were put off their stride handling the Count de Rouvres unashamedly during five minutes, that made him feel almost embarrassed by their inquisitive looks that came close to being indiscreet. –Let’s go, my dear departed one, said Tristan while making Ulric sit at a place he had reserved for him after Fanny, Make a toast to celebrate your comeback to the land of the living. Madam, added Tristan pointing to Fanny who stayed motionless under her mask, Madam will teach you a lesson. And you, he said very softly to her ear, do not forget what I have recommended you to do. Ulric took a large glass filled to the rim and exclaimed: –I propose a drink to… –Do not forget that all political toasts are forbidden, Tristan tells him loudly. –I propose a drink to death; said Ulric rising the glass to his slips, after greeting his masked neighbor. –And I, answered Funny drinking in her turn, …I drink a toast to the youth and to love... And as fast as a lightning, a smile of passion lights up under her velvet mask. | Entry #18266 — Discuss 0 — Variant: UK
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On the appointed day, the apartment of Count Ulric Rouvres was prepared. Ulric there made an appointment for the same evening three of the most famous physicians of Paris. Then he ran for Rosette. She had died an hour ago. Ulric went to his new home, where he found his old friend Tristan, he had called and was waiting with three doctors. -You can withdraw, gentlemen, 'said Ulric thereto. The person for whom I wanted to see you no more. Tristan, left alone with the Count Ulric, do not try to soothe his pain, but there fraternal associations. It was he who directed the splendid funeral that was to Rosette, to the astonishment of the whole hospital. He bought the objects that the girl had brought with her, and after his death, became the property of the administration. Among these objects was the little blue dress, which alone remained to the poor dead. By him as the old furniture Ulric, when he lived with Rosette, was transported in a room of her new apartment. It was a few days after Ulric decided to die, leaving for England. These were the history of this character when he entered the halls of coffee Foy. The arrival of Ulric caused a great commotion in the assembly. Men arose and addressed him the salvation courteous people in the world. As for women, they boldly stood for five minutes Count Rouvres almost embarrassed under the battery of their eyes, curious to indiscretion. Come, my dear dead man, said Tristan sit by Ulric instead which had been reserved with Fanny, report a toast your back in the living world. Madam, 'said Tristan pointing Fanny motionless beneath his mask, Madame will you reason. And you, he whispered in the ear of the young woman, do not forget what I've recommended. Ulric took a large glass filled to the brim and exclaimed: -I drink .... -Remember that political toasts are prohibited cried Tristan.-I drink to Death, said Ulric wearing the glass to his lips, having greeted his neighbor hidden. And I replied Fanny drinking turn ... I drink to youth, love. And like lightning ripping a cloud, a smile flame lit under his velvet mask. | Entry #16909 — Discuss 0 — Variant: Not specified
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On the set day, the apartment of Count Ulric Rouvres was ready. Ulric gave appointment for the same evening to three of the most famous physicians of Paris. Then he ran to look for Rosette. She had died an hour ago. Ulric returned to his new home, where he met his old friend Tristan, whom he had called, was who waiting with the three doctors. -You may leave gentlemen, said Ulric to them. The person for whom I wanted to consult you is no more. Tristan waits back with the Count Ulric alone, he doesn’t try to soothe his pain, but they have fraternal connection. It was he who directed the splendid funeral for Rosette, to the astonishment of the whole hospital. He bought back the objects that the girl had brought with her, and which after her death, became the property of the administration. Among these objects, there was the little blue dress, which was left for the poor dead. With his care, the old furniture of Ulric, which he lived in with rosette were being transported to a room in his new house. It was a few days after Ulric, decided to die, leaving for England. These were the antecedents of this character when he entered the halls of Cafe Foy. The arrival of Ulric caused a great commotion in the assembly. Men arose and addressed him the courteous nod of people in the world. As for women, they boldly stood for five minutes embracing the Count Rouvres under the battery of their eyes, curious to indiscretion. -Come, my dear dead man, said Tristan by making Ulric sit on the seat which he had reserved for Fanny, raising a toast for your return to the living world. Madam, adds Tristan pointing Fanny, motionless beneath his mask, Madame you are right. And you, he whispered in the ear of the young woman, do not forget what I've recommended. Ulric took a large glass filled to the brim and exclaimed: -I am drinking .... -Remember that political toasts are prohibited, Tristan shouted at him. -I drink for the Dead, said Ulric with the glass close to his lips, having greeted his hidden neighbor. And I, replied Fanny drinking her turn ... I drink for youth, love. And like lightning ripping a cloud, a smile flame lit under his velvet mask. | Entry #17350 — Discuss 0 — Variant: British
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On the decided day the apartment of Count Ulric of Rouvres was prepared. Ulric set an appointment there for that same night with three of the most celebrated doctors of Paris. Then he ran to look for Rosette. She had died an hour ago. Ulric returned to his new lodgings where he found his old friend Tristan, whom he’d called, and who had waited with the three doctors. “You may retreat, sirs,”said Ulric to them. “The person with whom you wish to consult no longer exists.” Tristan alone stayed with Count Ulric, not trying to soothe his pain, but providing brotherly companionship. It was he who directed the splendid funeral for Rosette, to the great surprise of the whole hospital. He redeemed the possessions that the young girl had brought with her, and that, after her death, became the property of the administration. Among her possessions was found the little blue dress, the sole that remained to the poor deceased. Also by his efforts Ulric’s old furniture, from when he lived with Rosette, were transported to a room of his new apartment. This was a few days after Ulric, having decided to die, left for England. Such was the antecedent of this person at the moment where he entered the rooms of Foy’s café. The arrival of Ulric caused a great stir in the assembled. The men rose and addressed to him the courteous salutation of men of the world. As for the women, they held back insolently for five minutes while the Count of Rouvres was almost embarrassed by the battery of their gazes, curious at the indiscretion. “So, my dearly departed darling,” said Tristan, seating Ulric in the place reserved for him next to Fanny, “Signal with a toast your reentry to the land of the living. Madame,” added Tristan gesturing toward Fanny, immobile under her mask, “Madame you were correct. And you,” said he, his eyes lowered toward the young woman, “do not forget what I’ve recommended.” Ulric took a large glass filled to the rim and cried out, “I drink…” “Don’t forget that political toasts are forbidden,” Tristan called to him. “I drink to death,” said Ulric, bringing the glass to his lips after having saluted his masked neighbor. “And me,” replied Fanny as she drunk her turn, “I drink to youth, to love.” And like a bolt of lightning that tore apart the snow, a tongue of flame illuminated her velvet mask. | Entry #20947 — Discuss 0 — Variant: Not specified
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On the appointed day, the apartment of Count Ulric Rouvres was prepared. Ulric there made an appointment for the same evening three of the most famous physicians of Paris. Then he ran for Rosette. She had died an hour ago. Ulric went to his new home, where he found his old friend Tristan, he had called and was waiting with three doctors. -You can withdraw, gentlemen, 'said Ulric thereto. The person for whom I wanted to see you no more. Tristan, left alone with the Count Ulric, do not try to soothe his pain, but there fraternal associations. It was he who directed the splendid funeral that was to Rosette, to the astonishment of the whole hospital. He bought the objects that the girl had brought with her, and after his death, became the property of the administration. Among these objects was the little blue dress, which alone remained to the poor dead. By him as the old furniture Ulric, when he lived with Rosette, was transported in a room of her new apartment. It was a few days after Ulric decided to die, leaving for England. These were the history of this character when he entered the halls of coffee Foy. The arrival of Ulric caused a great commotion in the assembly. Men arose and addressed him the salvation courteous people in the world. As for women, they boldly stood for five minutes Count Rouvres almost embarrassed under the battery of their eyes, curious to indiscretion. Come, my dear dead man, said Tristan sit by Ulric instead which had been reserved with Fanny, report a toast your back in the living world. Madam, 'said Tristan pointing Fanny motionless beneath his mask, Madame will you reason. And you, he whispered in the ear of the young woman, do not forget what I've recommended. Ulric took a large glass filled to the brim and exclaimed: -I drink .... -Remember that political toasts are prohibited cried Tristan. -I drink to Death, said Ulric wearing the glass to his lips, having greeted his neighbor hidden. And I replied Fanny drinking turn ... I drink to youth, love. And like lightning ripping a cloud, a smile flame lit under his velvet mask. | Entry #17669 — Discuss 0 — Variant: Not specified
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