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Monsieur a parle de vous: il m'a demande le nom de ma gouvernante, et si elle n'etait pas une petite personne, assez mince et un peu pale. J'ai dit qu'oui: car c'est vrai, n'est-ce pas, mademoiselle?" I and my pupil dined as usual in Mrs. Fairfax's parlour; the afternoon was wild and snowy, and we passed it in the schoolroom.

Before receiving the request, he had already written expressing his wish to attend the funeral, and the Comte de Paris acknowledged both letters at the same time. From the Comte de Paris York House, le 7 decembre. Mon cher Monsieur Reeve, Je m'empresse de vous remercier de vos deux lettres et de la maniere dont vous avez repondu a ma demande.

I don't know whether you have been attacking me or praising me. So you advise me to open a corner grocery, do you?" "I advise you to do something that will make you a little less satirical. You had better marry, for instance." "Je ne demande pas mieux. Will you have me? I can't afford it." "Marry a rich woman." I shook my head. "Why not?" asked Miss Blunt.

"Start with hate, passionate love, indifference, revolt, disgust what you will all husbands at the end of a year inspire the same feeling, one of complacent monotony that is, if they are not altogether brutes and from the description of madame, ce jeune Gurrage is at least un brave garçon." I am of a practical nature, and a thought struck me forcibly. When could Mr. Gurrage have made the demande?

Godmamma met us in the hall, radiant, and, clasping Victorine to her breast, said she must announce to her the joyful news that M. le Baron de Frémond had made the demande, on the part of his sister, the Marquise de Beaupré, for the hand of her peerless Victorine, for her son and his nephew, the Marquis de Beaupré, and that she Godmamma had consented to relinquish to them this treasure.

'I dare say she'll tell me. At least she'll ask me if I think so or not. 'Si elle te demande, tu diras que tu n'en sais rien! Well, I think.... 'What? 'You must wait. Wait and see. Really, it's impossible, my dear child, for you to accept an invitation for an elopement as if it were a luncheon-party. Not only that, it's good for Aylmer to be kept in doubt. Excellent for his health. 'Really?

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.

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."*

"Mot d'ordre," repeated the sentinel, barring the way and not replying. "Quand un officier fait sa ronde, les sentinelles ne demandent pas le mot d'ordre..." cried Dolokhov suddenly flaring up and riding straight at the sentinel. "Je vous demande si le colonel est ici." * * "When an officer is making his round, sentinels don't ask him for the password.... I am asking you if the colonel is here."

And she rustled away followed by her daughters. Kitty came flying into the inner room followed by Cliffe. "What have I done?" she said, breathlessly, addressing Harman, who rose to greet her. "Mayn't one play the piano here on Sundays?" "That depends," said Harman, "on what you play." "Who made your English Sunday?" said Kitty, impetuously. "Je vous demande who?"