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"If you did not give her that," the queen muttered sullenly, picking at the silken coverlet which lay on her feet, "you have given her all else. You cannot deny it." Henry let a gesture of despair escape him. "Are we to go back to that?" he said. Then turning to me, "Tell her," he said between his teeth; "and tell me. VENTRE SAINT GRIS are you dumb, man?"
Every cafe will give evidence of it, every society bears its testimony to it, and even the most wretched Vaudeville, however, trivial the interest however meagre the story, and poor the diction, let the emperor but have his "role" let him be as laconic as possible, carry his hands behind his back, wear the well-known low cocked-hat, and the "redingote gris" the success is certain every sentence he utters is applauded, and not a single allusion to the Pyramids, the sun of Austerlitz, l'honneur, et al vieille garde, but is sure to bring down thunders of acclamation.
Now, it is necessary that we make a pause and build some place for our abode. Here is a post already half builded to our hands." "But if the savages return?" said Du Mesne. "Then we will fight," said John Law. "And right you are," replied Du Mesne. "Your reasoning is correct. I vote that we build here our station." "Myself also," said Tête Gris. And Pierre Noir nodded his assent in silence. "Ola!
The next day Miss Pollingray joined us, wearing a feutre gris and green plume, which looked exceedingly odd until you became accustomed to it. Her hair has decided gray streaks, and that, and the Queen Elizabeth nose, and the feutre gris! but she is so kind, I could not even smile in my heart. It is singular that Mr.
Grisons-nous, mes chers amis, L'ivresse Vaut la richesse; Pour moi, dès que le suis gris, Je possède tout Paris!" "Oh hush!" said I, uneasily; "not so loud, pray!" "Why not?" "The the neighbors, you know. We cannot do as we would in the Quartier Latin." "Nonsense, my dear fellow. You don't swear yourself to silence when you take apartments in a hôtel meublé!
"There is a creek in a direct line from the 'Chat Gris'?" "There is, citoyen. I know it well." "The Englishman is hoping to reach that creek. He does NOT know every stone of these cliffs, he may go there by the longest way round, and in any case he will proceed cautiously for fear of the patrols. At any rate, there is a chance to get him yet.
This consists of a simple gros de laine, trimmed with ashes of roses, with overskirt of scare bleu ventre saint gris, cut bias on the off-side, with facings of petit polonaise and narrow insertions of pâte de foie gras backstitched to the mise en sce`ne in the form of a jeu d'esprit. It gives to the wearer a singularly piquant and alluring aspect.
There, he kept his horse immovable for ten minutes, his face turned toward the gate of the city, and crying, "The fascines! ventre St. Gris! the fascines!" Mornay had followed him, sword in hand, and then came Chicot; behind them the young Huguenot gentlemen, crying, "Vive Navarre!" and each with a fascine, which he threw in, and the fosse was soon filled.
The mightiest chieftains, including Le Gris, did not scruple to beg for whiskey, and parties of warriors were arriving from the Ohio river and Kentucky, with the scalps of white men dangling at their belts. There was still a considerable activity at this place, however, in the fur trade, and the English thought it well worth holding.
'Mon dieu! she is M. de Turenne's ward, he rejoined, almost dumbfounded by my audacity. 'I do not despair of obtaining his assent, sire, I said patiently. 'SAINT GRIS! the man is mad! he cried, wheeling his horse and facing his train with a gesture of the utmost wonder. 'It is the strangest story I ever heard.
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