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"Whatever villainy it is that you perpetrate here, I will have no hand in it. To whatever atrocious use it is that you design to put the things you speak of, I say that I am glad that they have turned upon one scoundrel at least. It is useless to put these chemicals before me I swear that I will not touch them! I would sooner cut off my right hand!" "Ma foi, monsieur" again the elder man smiled!
Hermia laughed softly. "He swore at me. 'You little devil, he cried, 'how did you happen to do that? "'My elbow slipped, said I, from the roadside. "'Your elbow! Ma foi, you have educated elbows! "'That's true, I should not play the cymbals else. "'Cymbals! Who taught you to run a machine? "'The bon Dieu! said I, and fled to the Signora." She laughed gaily. "Oh, he didn't follow.
"Monsieur Louet threw himself back in his chair and looked at us all, one after the other, as if he had only just become aware of our presence, accompanying his inspection with a smile of the most perfect benevolence; then, heaving a gentle sigh of satisfaction 'Ma foi! I have made a capital supper! exclaimed he. "'M. Louet! A cigar? cried Méry: 'It is good for the digestion.
"If you ask me for a day, count, I know what to anticipate; it will not be a house I shall see, but a palace. You have decidedly some genius at your control." "Ma foi, spread that idea," replied the Count of Monte Cristo, putting his foot on the velvet-lined steps of his splendid carriage, "and that will be worth something to me among the ladies."
"Ah! ma foi! music would not have amused me when I was in love with Madame de Conde." "No; but you were in love, sire; and she is as cold as an icicle." "And you think music will melt her?" "Diable! I do not say that she will come at once and throw herself into the arms of Du Bouchage, but she will be pleased at all this being done for herself alone.
"So," resumed the poet, returning to his dominant ideas, "you never saw any printing done?" "Never." "Well, then, take the letters thus, which compose the word, you see: A B; ma foi! here is an R, two E E, then a G." And he assembled the letters with a swiftness and skill which did not escape the eye of D'Artagnan. "Abrege," said he, as he ended.
He turned an amused yellow eye on Jack, but his face sobered the next moment, and he continued: "I heard the fusillade on the Saint-Lys highway; I did not go to inquire if they were amusing themselves. Ma foi! I myself keep away from Uhlans when God permits. And so these Uhlan wolves got old Tricasse at last. Zut! C'est embêtant! And poor old Passerat, too and Brun, and all the rest!
He does not pay me and I sell the sugars for thirteen hundred livres. He learns this and claims a hundred crowns. Ma foi! I refused, pretending that I could not sell them for more than nine hundred livres. He accused me of usury. I begged him to repeat that word to me behind the boulevards. He was an old guard, and he came: and I passed your sword through his left thigh."
The disposition which should be encouraged is that of receiving all on the authority of the teacher. The Positivist faith, even in its scientific part, is la foi démontrable, but ought by no means to be la foi toujours démontrée. The pupils have no business to be over-solicitous about proof. The teacher should not even present the proofs to them in a complete form, or as proofs.
"Ma foi, no." "Oh! so much the better," said Chicot, drawing a long breath like a man much relieved. "Do you know one thing, Chicot?" said Henri. "No, I do not." "It is that you have become wicked." "Yes, you." "My sojourn in the tomb had sweetened me, but your presence, great king, has destroyed the effect."
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