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She was silent for a moment, and then she pointed toward that part of France which was on the other side of the world to us. "Monsieur! Mes enfants! L

"Bonne chance!" cried the women, waving hands and handkerchiefs. "Les pauvres enfants!" said the old women, wiping their eyes on dirty aprons. "We know how it is. They will be shot to pieces. It is always like that, in this sacred war. Oh, those sacred pigs of Germans! Those dirty Boches! Those sacred bandits!"

Do you remember in "Pères et Enfants," when Tourgueneff is unveiling the woman's, shall I say, affection, for Bazaroff, or the interest she feels in him? and exposing at the same time the reasons why she will never marry him.... I wish I had the book by me, I have not seen it for ten years.

Joyselle caught her hand in his, and gave a great laugh. "Oh, mes enfants, mes enfants," he cried. "When lovers disagree, who is to decide but chance? Come, Théo, your chances shall be the same as hers. Heads you win, tails you lose. Agreed?" Staggering back into the light, his face flushed, his teeth flashing in a broad smile, he took a sixpence from his pocket. "You both agree?"

'Wait a minute, said he. 'That mouth is down at the corners a little. Who's been worrying you, Maisie? 'No one but myself. I never seem to get on with my work, and yet I try hard enough, and Kami says "Continuez, mesdemoiselles. Continuez toujours, mes enfants." Kami is depressing. I beg your pardon. 'Yes, that's what he says.

Does not Tartuffe also manifest a sort of professional callousness when he says it is true, by the mouth of Orgon: Et je verrais mourir frere, enfants, mere et femme, Que je m'en soucierais autant que de cela! The device most in use, however, for making a profession ludicrous is to confine it, so to say, within the four corners of its own particular jargon.

George or Four Eyes to dash his name on paper the instant he saw a pen. But that did not discourage Four Eyes; on the contrary, "The Old Man doesn't want to be in it, see?" said Pelle. "It ain't for him, in the circus, to do the trick; it's for us, ses enfants!

The emperor!" My horse was killed, and I was wounded in the shoulder; but I repeated the cry until Napoleon stepped calmly forward. "Ye are well upon the alert, mes enfants," he said, smiling. Then, turning to me, he asked quickly, "Are you wounded?" "A mere scratch, sire." "Let the surgeon see to it, and do you come to headquarters when you are able."

He was playing a fife, and the drummer was close upon his heels. Every one rose in his bed and lifted up his voice: Allons! enfants de la Patrie!

Would her husband put up with it, with the worries of the baby, and the menage, and the sick wife, and that sharp pinch of want into the bargain, from which during two years she had completely protected him? 'I cried one day, she said simply; 'I said to him, "You're just sick of it, ain't you? Well, I'm going to die. Go and shift for yourself, and take the baby to the Enfants Trouves. Alors "