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"Here," tapping her bodice and laughing, "tenderly shielded, mon ami, and why not? Who would not mother a thing that is to bring one four hundred thousand francs?" "Let me see it. It must be shown to the count, remember. He will take no risks, come not one step beyond the square, until he is certain that it is the paper his Government requires. Let me have it let me take it to him quick!"
I have seen her stand in front of her door and feed them out of a saucer. There were special favorites that would light upon her palm, overrunning its pink hollow and gorging at the honey-drop. "They will never sting," she would say, "if one does not declare the war. To strike, to make any quick motion, it gives them anger. Then, mon cher ami! it is terrible.
See, mon ami," he said radiantly to Roland, "all now O. K. We go on." "No," said Roland decidedly. "No? What you mean no?" A shade of alarm fell on M. Feriaud's weather-beaten features. The eminent bird-man did not wish to part from Roland. Toward Roland he felt like a brother, for Roland had notions about payment for little aeroplane rides which bordered upon the princely.
'I don't like foreign sailors, said Smithson, looking perplexed and worried; 'and I have perfect confidence in Wilkinson. 'Which is as much as to say that you consider me a liar! Go to the bottom your own way, mon ami: ce n'est pas mon affaire, said Montesma, turning on his heel, and leaving his friend to his own devices.
That is not a very pretty name, but you could get over the difficulty you could say 'mon ami'. After all, your sorrows are less than mine." "Poor Jacqueline!" said Giselle, her soft hazel eyes moist with sympathy. "I have lost at one blow all my illusions, and I have made a horrible discovery, that it would be wicked to tell to any one you understand not even to my confessor."
As for where we steer, you see out head is toward la belle France; and there is plenty of room for a long chase. Adieu, mon ami au revoir."
"What?" asked the thief, almost gaping. "You attacked reason," said Father Brown. "It's bad theology." And even as he turned away to collect his property, the three policemen came out from under the twilight trees. Flambeau was an artist and a sportsman. He stepped back and swept Valentin a great bow. "Do not bow to me, mon ami," said Valentin with silver clearness.
"If it is any trouble to you to come, I will call at your office," said Duval, significantly. "Don't trouble yourself," said Dawkins, hastily; "I will come here a week from today." "A week is a long time." "Long or short, I must have it." "Very well, mon ami. A week let it be. Good-night. Mind the stairs as you go down." Dawkins breathed more freely as he passed out into the open air.
"Nay, mon ami, speaking candidly, we must confess that he never from the first pretended to advocate the cause for which you conspired. On the contrary, he always said that with the fall of the Empire our union would cease, and each become free to choose his own way towards his own after-objects."
He had returned from Paris more than ever convinced that he was not fitted to live in Europe. Yet, mon ami, he ran away from here, and went to the savage Marquesas Islands, where he died in a few years. He loved the third étude of Chopin, and the andante of Beethoven's twenty-third sonata. You know music says things we would be almost afraid to put in words, if we could.
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