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He is very quiet, and if Maria did not excite him so upon my word, she is more of a boy than he your Amedee would always be looking at the pictures. My Louise hears him read every day two pages in the Moral Tales, and yesterday he amused Gerard by telling him the story of the grateful elephant. He can go to school later wait a little." But M. Violette had decided to send Amedee to M. Batifol's.
It snows in the streets, and large white flakes are slowly falling behind the glass; but the room, ornamented with pictures and busts, is lighted and heated by a bright coke fire. Amedee can see himself seated in a corner by the fire, learning by heart a page of the "Epitome" which he must recite the next morning at M. Batifol's.
He is very quiet, and if Maria did not excite him so upon my word, she is more of a boy than he your Amedee would always be looking at the pictures. My Louise hears him read every day two pages in the Moral Tales, and yesterday he amused Gerard by telling him the story of the grateful elephant. He can go to school later wait a little." But M. Violette had decided to send Amedee to M. Batifol's.
It was then that Amedee made the acquaintance of one of his comrades he no longer went to M. Batifol's boarding-school, but was completing his studies at the Lycee Henri IV named Maurice Roger. They soon formed an affectionate intimacy, one of those eighteen-year-old friendships which are perhaps the sweetest and most substantial in the world.
It was then that Amedee made the acquaintance of one of his comrades he no longer went to M. Batifol's boarding-school, but was completing his studies at the Lycee Henri IV named Maurice Roger. They soon formed an affectionate intimacy, one of those eighteen-year-old friendships which are perhaps the sweetest and most substantial in the world.
There was even upon M. Batifol's cranium an eruption of little red pimples, grouped almost exactly like an archipelago in the Pacific Ocean. "Whom have I the honor ?" asked the schoolmaster, in an unctuous voice, an excellent voice for proclaiming names at the distribution of prizes. M. Violette was not a brave man.
It snows in the streets, and large white flakes are slowly falling behind the glass; but the room, ornamented with pictures and busts, is lighted and heated by a bright coke fire. Amedee can see himself seated in a corner by the fire, learning by heart a page of the "Epitome" which he must recite the next morning at M. Batifol's.
The hippopotamus clothed in black did not take off his skullcap this time, to the child's great regret, for he wished to assure himself if the degrees of latitude and longitude were checked off in squares on M. Batifol's cranium as they were on the terrestrial globe. He conducted his pupil to his class at once and presented him to the master. "Here is a new day scholar, Monsieur Tavernier.
There was even upon M. Batifol's cranium an eruption of little red pimples, grouped almost exactly like an archipelago in the Pacific Ocean. "Whom have I the honor ?" asked the schoolmaster, in an unctuous voice, an excellent voice for proclaiming names at the distribution of prizes. M. Violette was not a brave man.
The hippopotamus clothed in black did not take off his skullcap this time, to the child's great regret, for he wished to assure himself if the degrees of latitude and longitude were checked off in squares on M. Batifol's cranium as they were on the terrestrial globe. He conducted his pupil to his class at once and presented him to the master. "Here is a new day scholar, Monsieur Tavernier.
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