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If I had not culpable relations with them. Culpable relations with little boys, well! And what did you answer him? I answered him that I had not. That you had not! Was that quite true? Do not blush, and do not tell a falsehood. I shall see if you are going to tell a falsehood. Yes, Monseigneur, it was quite true; I did not even know what Monsieur Matou meant. And you know it now?
While she was thus employed Zut advanced from a secluded corner, and, stretching her fore legs slowly to their utmost length, greeted her acquaintance of the morning with a yawn. Finding in the cat an outlet for her embarrassment, Espérance made another effort to give the interview a friendly turn. "He is beautiful, madame, your matou," she said.
For example, for the birds: Lupe, they would give the name of the fish, Une. Ngongo, Do. do. do. Alongo. Tiotala, Do. do. do. Ngatala. Here, too, there was a forfeit if beaten. They had tripping and stammering games also. One party would say to the other you repeat "O lo matou niu afaafa lava le la i tuafale, Sasa, ma fili, ma faataa, ma lafo i fongavai."
Madame I believed to be in her chamber; the room whence he had stepped was dedicated to the portress's sole use; and she, Rosine Matou, an unprincipled though pretty little French grisette, airy, fickle, dressy, vain, and mercenary it was not, surely, to her hand he owed the ordeal through which he seemed to have passed?
There is firstly the Abbé Matou, who is supported by all the fraternity of the Sacred Heart; he is young, active, wheedling and honey-tongued. He is the man I should choose myself, if I did not know you.
That unscrupulous old Comtesse, that insolent prelate, Gaudinet, Matou, Simonet and the rest, all oozing forth hypocrisy, intrigue and vice; dreaming of one thing alone, to satisfy their ambition, their passions, and their appetites. And these are the ministers of God! Veronica was quite right: "'All the same, we are all the same, all. And I am one of the least bad.
Yes, he explained it to me. Oh, oh! he explained it to you. And how did he explain that to you? He told me.... Let us see what he told you. Come, come, you most not hang down your head: see, lift up this pretty face and show me this little dimple; what did the Abbé Matou say to you?... Eh, eh! who is there! who is knocking at the door? Is it you, Gaudinet?
In the same county a new park has been created at Sandringham, the seat of the prince of Wales, the deer having been brought from Windsor. Sandringham Park and Woods were half a century ago a sandy waste, but fell into judicious hands and were admirably planted. The modern history of the place is remarkable. Toward the close of the century it became the property of a French refugee, Mr. Matou.
"I meant only to thank you for your goodness to Ramon in my absence." Cigarette shrugged her shoulders. "There was no goodness, and there need be no thanks. Ask Pere Matou how often I have sat with him hours through." "But on a fete-day! And you who love pleasure, and grace it so well " "Ouf! I have had so much of it," said the little one contemptuously. "It is so tame to me.
Ah, Matou! the Abbé Matou. Yes, yes, he has spoken to you about it, I know him; he must have spoken to you about it. Come, tell me all about that. Well, once he asked me.... Ah, ah! well, well! do not stop. What is it he asked you? He asked me ... ah! it is a long time ago, before my first communion. Well? He asked me, if I did not go and play with the little boys. And then?
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