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I say there's been a a misunderstanding about er corpses. Now, cher maître, what do you think of my position?" Mr. Oxford drummed lightly on the table. "I don't know," said Priam. Which was another lie. "You are Priam Farll, aren't you?" Mr. Oxford persisted. "Well, if you will have it," said Priam savagely, "I am. And now you know!" Mr. Oxford let his smile go.
Voltaire's empressement seems to take on, once or twice, the colours of something like a real enthusiasm; and one notices that, after two years, Frederick's letters begin no longer with 'Monsieur' but with 'Mon cher ami, which glides at last insensibly into 'Mon cher Voltaire'; though the careful poet continues with his 'Monseigneur' throughout.
"Oh, dear! dear! it will not turn over, will it, my dear young man? Ciel! I am slipping ... Ah, Dieu, merci! Marie, mon cher enfant, pray be careful not to jump in, or you will upset us all!" And ma tante, somewhat tremulous from the ordeal of embarking, settled down in her place, while Müller lifted Mam'selle Marie into the boat, as if she had been a child.
"Then I have no doubt I shall manage both objects for that sum, if Randal Leslie really knows where the young lady is, and can assist you. Most promising, able man is Randal Leslie but innocent as a babe just born." "Ha, ha! Innocent? /Que diable!/" "Innocent as this cigar, /mon cher/, strong certainly, but smoked very easily. /Soyez tranquille!/"
"When, cher Etooelle, when?" he asked, his whisper being tremulous, in spite of every effort to command himself. Aye there she swings off! don't you hear the call?" Raoul did hear the whistle of the boatswain, which was piping "lower away" at that very moment.
"Ah, but," said I, "how shall I be certain, if I take so flattering an offer, that you will forgive me for filling up the place of the dear cousin; for, if I conjecture aright, it is 'Le Cher Edouard' that purposes to be your companion."
And so this greeting passed between two friends who had not seen each other for months. Alphonse and Frederic would have rushed into each other's arms and shrieked Ce bon coeur! ce cher Alphonse! over each other's shoulders. Max and Wilhelm would have bestowed half a dozen kisses, scented with Havannah, upon each other's mustachios. "Well, young one!"
Au collège d'Oriel, un soir, un des compagnons de Charles Marriott, qui joua un si grand rôle dans le Tractarian Movement, s'oublia, et se conduisit de façon déplacée. Le lendemain, rencontrant Marriott, il essaya de s'excuser. "Mon cher ami, je crois bien que j'ai quelque peu fait la bête hier au soir." "Comment donc, cher camarade?" repliqua Marriott. "Je ne me suis pas aperçu que vous fussiez autrement qu'
Priam was astonished at the man's exactitude. "Scoundrel! He knows a thing or two!" reflected Priam grimly. "You don't think I overpraise it, do you, cher maître? Mr. Oxford finished, still smiling. "A little," said Priam. If only Priam could have run away! But he couldn't! Mr. Oxford had him well in a corner. No chance of freedom! Besides, he was over fifty and stout. "Ah!
Are we to sit still and do nothing while the globe's crust freezes and our armies congeal into corpses?" He trembled with agitation. "Calm yourself, mon cher Prince!" said Monsieur Liban. "So far we have gained fifteen minutes and have lost nothing! But, as you say, whether or not the sender of these messages is responsible, there is a cause, and we must find it." "But how?
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