Marcus Clarke

“ The vicious look she gave me!--a dagger sheathed in a smile.
"I never intend to marry. It is growing late. I am an actress--the people will talk. Good-night."
We parted with mutual esteem; and, as she shook hands with us, I saw, lurching up the passage, the whisky-filled form of the Great Sporboy. His eyes, attracted by the light from the room, fell upon us, and--surprised, doubtless, at the brilliant appearance of Mademoiselle Pauline--he started.
Mademoiselle Pauline grew pale--alarmed, perhaps, at the manner of the intoxicated old reprobate--and hastily drew back into her chamber. ”

“ Mademoiselle added to the attractions of her flashing black eyes, streaming black hair, supple figure, and delicate brown hands, a decided capacity for the realization of barbaric passion, and her performance was remarkably good. The Lively Creek Gazette, indeed, expressed itself, on the following morning, in these admirable terms:--"Mademoiselle Christoval's 'Miami' was simply magnificent, and displayed a considerable amount of dramatic power. She looked the Indian to the life, and her intense reproduction of the jealous wife rose almost to mediocrity in the third act. ”

“ Jack Sporboy, sir, is tired of the vanities of life, and prefers the noble simplicity of hot whisky. I had the Theatre on Popocatapetl myself once, and lost 4,000 dol. By a mêtis that I hired to dance the tight-rope. Fine woman, but immoral, gentlemen. She ran away with my big-drum-and-cymbals, and left me to support her helpless husband. Never trust a half-caste; they are all treacherous. ”