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Stepan Arkadyevitch got up too, and opening his eyes wide, trying to wake himself up if he were asleep, he looked first at one and then at the other. It was all real. Stepan Arkadyevitch felt that his head was getting worse and worse. "Que la personne qui est arrivee la derniere, celle qui demande, qu'elle sorte! Qu'elle sorte!" articulated the Frenchman, without opening his eyes.
"Cela nous convient a merveille.* Suvorov now he knew what he was about; yet they beat him a plate couture,* and where are we to find Suvorovs now? Je vous demande un peu,"* said he, continually changing from French to Russian. *Do you know the proverb? * That suits us down to the ground. * Hollow. * I just ask you that.
A waiter appeared and contemplated him suspiciously. The man in khaki had hair as red as his face, which was glistening with sweat. His shirt was torn, and he had no coat. His breeches and puttees were invisible for mud. "Gimme a beer," croaked the man in khaki. The waiter shrugged his shoulders and walked away. "Il demande une biere," said Andrews. "Mais Monsieur...." "I'll pay. Get it for him."
If he was a native of the Rouergue, the army had polished him up wonderfully. After looking at the papers and finding them satisfactory, he said: 'Je vous demande pardon, monsieur, mais vous comprenez 'Oh yes, I understand perfectly, and I assure you that my feelings are not at all hurt! And so we parted on very good terms.
In response to his "Entrez!" the tall Nubian, whom he had seen in Cairo as the guardian of the Princess's household, appeared, his repulsive features looking, if anything, more ghastly and hideous than ever. "Madame la Princesse demande votre presence!" said this unlovely attendant of one of the fairest of women. "Suivez-moi!"
Like every Anglaise, she is rather pinched and prim in public; but it is very easy to see that when no one is looking elle ne demande qu'a se laisser aller! Whenever she wants it I am always there, and I have given her to understand that she can count upon me.
"Monsieur," said Gustave Adolphe to his commander, "le prisonnier a soif, et demande encore de l'eau." "Va l'en chercher donc," replied the old negro, with a wave of his speaking-trumpet. In the space of two hours, the schooner was brought to an anchor, with as much noise and importance as she had been got under weigh.
A petition was, therefore, forwarded to Paris about a fortnight ago; and the day before, the following decree was issued, which has silenced their claims for ever: "La Convention Nationale declare qu'elle n'admettra aucune demande en revision des jugemens criminels portant confiscation de biens rendus et executes pendant la revolution."*
We no sooner attempt to define what we mean by a Personal God than we lose ourselves in labyrinths of language and logic. But why attempt it at all? I like that French saying, "Quand on me demande ce que c'est que Dieu, je l'ignore; quand on ne me le demande pas, je le sais très-bien!" No, we cannot, realize Him in words we can only live in Him, and die to Him!
Demande submitted, to find out said Louise Duval or any children of hers born in 1848-9; supposed in 1852-3 to have one child, a girl, between four and five years old. Is that right, Monsieur?" "Quite right." "And this is the whole information given to me.
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