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"Enfin, elle sait," said he, half dissatisfied, "and one cannot be fastidious or exacting under the circumstances." Then he added, "You may yet have twenty minutes for preparation: au revoir!" And he was going. "Monsieur," I called out, taking courage. "Eh bien! Qu'est-ce que c'est, Mademoiselle?" "J'ai bien faim." "Comment, vous avez faim! Et la collation?" "I know nothing about it.
Then the miracle had flashed down from the sky. She was free, astride the pinto, galloping for home. "Yes, you owe us much." There was a note of light sarcasm in her clear, young voice, but the feeling in her heart swept it away in an emotional rush of words from the tongue of her father. "Vous avez pris le fait et cause pour moi. Sans vous j'étais perdu." "You're French," he said.
"Vous avez passé ce diantre de Rhone," says Madame de Sevigné, "si fier, si orgueilleux, si turbulent; il faut le marier avec la Durance quand elle est en furie; ah le bon ménage!"
"Mais oui; vons avez ete mon meilleur ami." "And what, Frances, are you to me?" "Votre devouee eleve, qui vous aime de tout son coeur." "Will my pupil consent to pass her life with me? Speak English now, Frances." Some moments were taken for reflection; the answer, pronounced slowly, ran thus:
People always liked her if she let herself go. She would let herself go more in future at Waldstrasse. It was so jolly being at Waldstrasse. "Qu'est-ce que vous avez?" appealed Mademoiselle, laughing at the door with open face. Miriam continued her trot.
There was a note of warning in his voice the cause of which Esther perceived when a moment later the couple were joined by a plump Frenchwoman with hennaed hair and a burnt-orange make-up. "Comment ça va, Thérèse? Ah, Captain, on me dit que vous avez l'intention de nous quitter. C'est vrai?" What ensued was lost in a cackle of French interspersed with high-pitched laughter.
The lack of humor on the part of the authorities was shown by their commencing one of a rapid succession of battle stories with the words, "Citoyens! Vous avez soif de la vérité!" The most amusing decree I noticed ran thus: "Article I. All conscription is abolished. "Article II. No troops shall hereafter be allowed in Paris, except the National Guard.
Outside the boudoir door stood Aline, her brows drawn together under her ragged fringe of hair, her thin lips set in a line that betokened anxiety. "Monsieur, monsieur," she exclaimed accusingly, "dites moi, qu'est-ce que vous avez fait?" "Je n'ai rien fait, Aline," he replied coldly; "je ne sais rien." She gazed at him in a puzzled fashion.
In the wall towards the right of this arch, about a man's height from the ground, was a small niche containing a figure of the Virgin, and beneath was that which, perhaps, had given its name to the street, for someone had traced in shaky characters upon the wall the words: "Avez pitié!"
I jokingly whispered to my partner, a young officer on his staff: "Mon general, vous avez fait la culbute." We both thoughtlessly laughed, and were caught in the act by his Excellency at the moment when, helped to his feet, unhurt, by the bystanders, he was endeavoring to veil under an assumption of increased dignity his consciousness of the absurdity of the accident.
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