victorine

Victorine won't be through For another quarter of an hour.

She was too frightened to get out of bed and go to find Victorine.

She and Victorine held on to a great square sheet.

Victorine sat down on it in a black oak chair.

She remembered Victorine saying hardly anyone used it any more.

Victorine took one from a case he handed, and put it between her lips.

If you want to help, perhaps you'd give Victorine a hand with washing up the breakfast things?

One of the girls from the village, Victorine went on: used to come out to help me with the cleaning.

Victorine said he had run down, like a watch.

French cooking, Victorine asserted: is the best in the world!

I must go and see what Victorine's up to.

Rose had gone on coming in to help Victorine.

Victorine and the others were interested solely in what she claimed to have seen.

Of course, Victorine said: when you think of people here.

She had a big bulge in her pocket, exactly like Victorine's.

Victorine took off the toque, and shook out her hair.

You felt, like Victorine, that the French were the best.

But Victorine sat thinking of so much, that it was as if she thought of nothing.

So what did she look like then? demanded Victorine.

Not as she, Victorine, the daughter of proper peasants, understood that word.

Now the green scarf would become part of Victorine.

Victorine tried that, but she could only see Tony selling his balloons.

Victorine's voice issued up from the garden below the windows, demanding to know where they were.

Victorine turned and began pulling an old cord round the trunk.