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"Do you think I'm holding any back on you? Ma foi, non!" Keralio, still counting, fixed his assistant with steely, piercing eyes. "No, François, I think you know me too well for that. You know I never forget a service; you also know I never forgive anyone who crosses my will." The valet shrugged his shoulders. In an injured tone he asked: "What's all ze talk about? I work well for you.
He was quite mad about her; ruined himself, in fact, because of her. He spent sixty thousand florins upon her." "What do you mean by that?" inquired Rudolf, much offended. Kecskerey laughed good-humouredly. "Ma foi! that is a vain question from you, Rudolf. As if you did not know that it is usual to spend something on young women."
"You are well, my dear Marius, I hope," said he, and thrusting him out at arms' length, he held him by the shoulders and regarded him critically. "Ma foi, but you are changed into a comely well-grown man. And your mother she is well, too, I trust." "I thank you, Florimond, she is well," said Marius stiffly.
What shall we do this morning? Shall we hunt?" "How!" said the duke, "you pretend to have been thinking all night of my interests, and the result of so much meditation is to propose to me a hunt!" "True," said Bussy; "besides, we have no hounds." "And no chief huntsman." "Ah, ma foi! the chase would be more agreeable without him."
"Minette!" stammered I, while a sickly sensation a fear of some unknown misfortune to the poor girl almost stopped my utterance. "I know her; she belongs to the Fourth Cuirassiers." "Ah, you know her? Who would have suspected my quiet friend of such an acquaintance? And so, you never hinted this to me. Ma foi!
"Ma foi, monseigneur," said William, "you have done wonders. It would have taken me six months to obtain what you have done in ten minutes." "This, then, is my plan, gentlemen," said monseigneur. "The French, with the admiral's galley at their head, will try to force a passage.
And so there was a continual struggle, in which the Congregation did all it could to favour the missionaries of Italy and her allies. It had always been jealous of its French rival, "L'Oeuvre de la Propagation de la Foi," installed at Lyons, which is as wealthy in money as itself, and richer in men of energy and courage.
He came one day to meditate beside his father's grave, hoping perhaps to draw some strength, some inspiration, from the memories of that stern and righteous Huguenot; and as he sat beside the stone, lo! a mailed hand appeared, holding a sword, and graved with the point of the sword on the stone, the old motto of his father's house, "D'Arthenay, tenez foi!"
He had told his master more than once that this servant of Captain Ellerey's was a drunkard and a fool, and that little was to be got out of him because nothing was ever trusted to him. "And what are the good tidings," he asked. "You'll be laughing at me, because you don't understand my disease, Monsieur Francois. I hate women." "Hate them! Ma foi! Then is your disease very lamentable."
"Ma foi, yes; and if with such gifts as Nature appears to have given him, and such cultivation of them as, through the teachings of Rousseau, he has effected, I do not make something of him, why, then, I am unworthy of the confidence my good friends of Arras repose in me." They made their adieux, and the schoolmaster, opening his door, peered out.
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