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"Unlace me, Gaudissart, and do it right; don't tighten me." "Yes, truly," said the traveller, complacently; "I shall become a shareholder in the newspapers, like Finot, one of my friends, the son of a hatter, who now has thirty thousand francs income, and is going to make himself a peer of France. When one thinks of that little Popinot, ah, mon Dieu!

"I am not at all afraid," he answered. "Is it that you are not strong enough?" "Mon Dieu! I should think I was." He took her in his arms, as in a cradle, while she held up her skirts with both hands. He then descended the steps and moved toward the door with his strange burden.

Oh if you'd trust me a little more you'd see that I'm quite at one with you on all the changes for the worse. I bear up, but I'm old enough to have known. All the same Mrs. Brook has something say what you like when she bends that little brown head. Dieu sait comme elle se coiffe, but what she gets out of it! Only look." Mr.

But feeling that the glance of the woman he worshipped was fixed upon him he raised his head; and then their eyes met for a moment with an expression of infinite gentleness, the mournful gentleness of their heroic love. "Mon Dieu!" said she, "I know your merits, Monsieur l'Abbe, and I won't refuse my help to one of your good works."

She came to kneel down in front of the baroness. "By all means, daughter; tell me everything, but don't make me cry, I beg of you! Is what you have to tell very sad?" "Not very gay." "Mon Dieu! But no matter; go on." "In the first place, mother, I must confess that I would personally feel no scruple in marrying again " "I should think not! That would be carrying it just a little too far!"

Jean" leaning forward with jaw protruding and a oneness of bristly eyebrows, "Ces grande messieurs qui ne foutent 'pas mal si l'on CREVE de faim, savez-vous ils croient chacun qu'il est Le Bon Dieu LUI-Meme. Et M'sieu' Jean, savez-vous, ils sont tous" leaning right in my face, the withered hand making a pitiful fist of itself "ils. Sont. Des.

I began: 'BRAHMA! DIEU DES CROYANTS, and sang it as I might have sung 'DO, RE, MI. Brahma was nothing to me. 'Stop! cried Madame Blanche in her most imperious manner. 'Ah, vous Anglais! What are you doing? BRAHMA, c'est un Dieu! He may not be YOUR God. He may not be MY God. But he is somebody's God. He is the God of the song. Ecoutez! And she lifted her head and sang: 'Brahma!

I cannot explain to you, my dear friend, the singular and irresistible fancy that I took to spend one last night in that solitude where I spent such quick and happy days, and so recently, mon Dieu! Here I am, then, back in my cell. How cold, dark, and gloomy it seems! The sky also has gone into mourning.

He's the man for us, I tell you." Duvillard thereupon declared that he knew him, and considered him a very decent fellow. Besides, he or another, it mattered nothing! "Dauvergne, Dauvergne," repeated Monferrand. "Mon Dieu, yes! After all, why not? He'll perhaps make a very good minister. Let us say Dauvergne."

"Mon Dieu! mon Dieu!" cried Monsieur de Fontanges; "then it may indeed have been the apparel of the Marquise de Fontanges. The linen must have been some marked with her maiden name, which was Louise de Colmar. The child was christened Julie de Fontanges, after her grandmother.