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The friend of the house, Tony Meyer, the picture dealer, was wont when he saw her in this garment, which was a trifle monkish in appearance, to call her Brother Ange de Charolais, because he had discovered in her a resemblance to a portrait by Nattier which represented Mademoiselle de Charolais in the Franciscan habit. Before this little girl, Robert was surprised and silent.
As he spoke Catherine the lacemaker appeared on the threshold, with her bonnet sideways over her ear and her neckerchief very much creased. Seeing her, my mother frowned and let slip three meshes of her knitting. "Monsieur Menetrier," said Catherine to my father, "come and say a word to the sergeants of the watch. If you do not, they doubtless will lock up Friar Ange.
"She won't be long, monsieur; she and her husband have had to absent themselves for a little hour." "Are they both out?" asked the Senator. He had never in his long knowledge of the Hotel Saint Ange known such a thing to happen that both the Poulains should be out together. "Yes, monsieur. They have had to take that nephew of theirs, young Jules, off to the station.
"Then I am wrong, after all," said I to myself. "Has she a husband, Sir?" "Pardonnez-moi, elle est veuve, mais elle a un petit garçon de cinq ans, beau comme un ange." "That is her," said I again, reviving. "Is she a Frenchwoman?" "Du tout, Monsieur, elle est une de vos compatriottes; c'est un fort joli exemplaire."
Angé swore with a guileless eloquence quite outside the sphere of wickedness. The matter was in them. It must, of course, come out. So Billy swore now with only an occasional hitch where his indignation muddled pronunciation. "Billy's got a fine flow of language," Birkdale put in amusedly. "For a youngster, I don't think I ever heard it equalled."
"Sir Claude Latour and the White Company!" shouted the travellers, draining off their goblets. "Well quaffed, mes braves! It is for me to fill your cups again, since you have drained them to my dear lads of the white jerkin. Hola! mon ange, bring wine and ale. How runs the old stave? We'll drink all together To the gray goose feather And the land where the gray goose flew."
Mon Ange, I went to see the wet-nurse's kinsfolk, and there learned that the fiancé had written to her last Wednesday and revealed all to her; so the matter will go as God directs. If you chanced to intercept the letter, and on receipt of this have not yet delivered it, please delay it until my next arrives.
"How beautiful!" said I, looking the lady full in the face. "Comment?" said the lady inquiringly. "Il dit que vous etes belle comme un ange," said Francis Ardry emphatically. "Mais a la bonne heure! arretez, mon ami," said the lady to Francis Ardry, who was about to drive off; "je voudrais bien causer un moment avec lui; arretez, il est delicieux.
"See you there are Monsieur Pierre D'Artaguette and the Chevalier De Vincennes and excellent Father Senat in the first boat." "The young St. Ange and Sieur Lalande follow them." "How many of our good Indians have thrown themselves into this expedition! The Chickasaw nation may howl when they see this array! They will be taught to leave the boats from New Orleans alone!"
"Ah! your reverence," meekly said Friar Ange with the expression of a martyr suffering for truth, "it was not my small clothes, it was a foot of St Eustache." "I should have taken my oath on it, if it would not be a sin to do so," exclaimed the priest, brandishing the drumstick of a fowl. "Those Capuchins turn out saints utterly ignored by good authors, who work on ecclesiastical history.
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