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She went about her work in a half-stupefied state, as one who is perpetually in a trance. She was past fear now. Nothing mattered. Midnight rides on a mule up in the mountains, meetings in the low quarter of the town, the danger of being arrested while carrying a despatch. "C'est ainsi que la vie!" Emile's motto had become also her own. She was once more a perfect machine.
He was not merely odd, but also offensive, for as Rosenheim whispered 'Comme c'est beau! there was an unmistakable snort; when he continued, 'Mais c'est exquis! the snort broadened into a mighty chuckle; while as he concluded 'Most luminous! the chuckle became articulate, in an 'Oh, shucks! that could not be ignored. "'You seem to be interested, sir, Rosenheim remarked.
He still shook his head, and then I remembered that some days they had names of people and others the names of places, and perhaps I had been given the wrong one. "Paris" I hazarded. He again shook his head, and I decided to be firm and in a voice of conviction said, "Allons, c'est 'Arras, alors." He looked doubtful, and said, "Perhaps with the English it is that to-day."
The leaves flickered in and out of the light in tumultuous masses. It seemed sailing weather to eye and ear; but down between the banks, the wind reached us only in faint and desultory puffs. There was hardly enough to steer by. Progress was intermittent and unsatisfactory. A jocular person, of marine antecedents, hailed us from the tow-path with a "C'est vite, mais c'est long."
He allowed, "C'est un bon portrait, as the French used to say of a faithful landscape, though I believe now the portrait can't be too good for them. I can't say about landscape. But in a Madonna I feel that there can be too much Marion, not for me, of course, but for the ideal, which I suppose we are bound to respect.
This will wear off, or, 'si c'est veritablement une grande passion, eh bien' we must take what Providence sends us. 'And which we might have prevented if we had condescended to listen to the plainest worldly wisdom, added Mrs. Shorne. 'Yes, said Lady Jocelyn, equably, 'you know, you and I, Julia, argue from two distinct points. Girls may be shut up, as you propose.
Grapes and other English hot-house fruits come to delicious maturity in the open air. The melons are inconceivably exquisite, and grow, as they were wont in Paradise before the fall, without care or trouble spent upon them. The seed is put into the earth; a little water is given to it at that time, and the thing is done "c'est un fait accompli."
This is the worst of it this ambition of the duffer's, this desire for perfection, as if the golfing imbecile should match himself against Mr. Horace Hutchinson, or as the sow of the Greek proverb challenged Athene to sing. I know it all, I deplore it, I regret the evils of ambition; but c'est plus fort que moi.
She had said to herself at the piano "Vouloir c'est pouvoir," and she had determined to be free, but again Dion's will of a desperate man had towered up over hers. It was the fact that he was desperate which gave to him this power. At last the gloves lay absolutely smooth on her hands and arms, and she went back to the drawing-room.
And if, as the spectators said, his eyes haunted them about the room, what ghosts must they not have summoned to haunt Mr. Ford's client as he gazed? "Mais c'est Monsieur D'Arcy!" screamed the French governess. And Amabel said, "It's Bogy; but he's got no leaves." Lady Adelaide was quite composed.
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