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And, Monsieur, my little girl my child that is far away across the sea she thanks you also. Elle m'aime, Monsieur elle m'aime, cette pauvre petite! What shall she do if I die?" Again he raised his hand to his brow. He was unconscious of anything theatrical in the gesture. He was in sad earnest, and his eyes were wet with tears, which he made no effort to conceal.
Gretchen remains in simple amaze that such a fine gentleman as Faust should find anything to admire in her, even after she has received and returned his first kiss; but Marguerite is exalted, transfigured by the new feelings surging within her. Il m'aime! quel trouble en mon coeur! L'oiseau chante! Le vent murmure! Toutes les voix de la nature Semblent me repeter en choeur: Il t'aime!
The commercant's wife, forgetful of me, charmed by the poet, by the excitement of hearing herself made a subject of a poem, drew nearer. Strange, is it not, that I should remember a few words here and there? "Il m'aime, il m'aime pas, et selon l'antique rite Elle effleurait la Marguerite."
'Don't you think a reasonable inference is that I love you? She laughed. 'You know I love you, he persisted. 'Oh, the conventions of the game! the necesary formula, like "Dear" at the beginning of a letter! she cried. 'You don't believe me? 'Qui m'aime me suive, she said, spurring Bézigue into a rapid trot. But the next day he found her already installed in their nook among the trees.
Unsophisticated nature and playful cunning unite in no ordinary degree to lend delicacy and savour to the work, while the literary quality of Adan's verse is evident in such incidental songs as Marion's often quoted: Robins m'aime, Robins m'a, Robins m'a demandee, si m'ara.
In the shade, on a seat under one of the lime-trees, was a merry party of five or six people, and as we came opposite them young De Lorges the page, who was of their number, called out to us to join them; but, pointing at the Louvre, I shook my head, and as we passed on I heard Mademoiselle Davila's voice singing: "J'aime mieux m'amie O gai! J'aime mieux m'aime O gai!"
Dulce is apparently wrapped up in the contemplation of a flower she has taken from the old bowl that looks something like an indoor Marguerite; she is plucking it slowly to pieces, and as she so mutilates it, whispers softly the incantation that will help to declare her fortune: "Il m'aime un peu beaucoup passionément pas du tout. Il m'aime un peu "
"Your strangers can be much kinder to you than I have been." "Never! I wish they did not exist! What do I care for them? What do they care for me? They do not know me; I shall shock them. I miss you, I hate them, already. Non! Personne ne m'aime, et je n'aime personne!" she exclaimed, with low-toned vehemence. "Rite," began Mr. Raleigh. "Rite! No one but my mother ever called me that.
The answer was so low that she had almost to guess at it from the motion of his lips, "Have you forgotten Napoleon's last rallying-cry, 'Qui m'aime me suit?" No wonder that his pulse would throb exultantly as he saw the bright, beautiful blush that swept over his companion's cheek and brow!
She plucked a flower and began hurriedly stripping off its petals. "'Il m'aime un peu! beaucoup passionement pas du tout! Pas du tout!" she cried "Amadis! Amadis de Jocelyn! You hear what it says? Pas du tout! You promised it should never come to that! but it has come!"
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