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Could we prevail if we did?" "Ah, my God! The question is should we come in time? At nine o'clock! And it wants but little more than a quarter of an hour. Mon Dieu! Mon Dieu!" Madame clasped and unclasped her hands in anguish. "Do you know, at least, where in the Bois they are to meet?" "No only that it is in the Bois." "In the Bois!" Madame was flung into a frenzy.
The driver hesitated, for the girl was still hanging at the window. But a second command, accompanied by a vigorous oath, overcame his hesitation. He gathered up his reins, cracked his whip, and the lumbering wheels began to move. "Have a care, child!" I heard the Vicomte cry, "have a care! Adieu, mon enfant!"
I took him home, nursed him night and day, and at last had my reward. He knew me ze consciousness had come back to him. You can guess ze questions I poured out, but oh, mes chères demoiselles, you cannot guess ze sister's agony when I found zat mon pauvre frère had forgotten every circumstance of ze past year!" "Oh, how dreadful!" cried Lilly, her eyes filling with tears. "What did you do?"
"Flatterer!" said Gawtrey, coming from the desk to the table, and pouring out wine from one of the bottles into a huge flagon "To your healths!" Here the door slided back, and Birnie glided in. "Where is your booty, mon brave?" said Gawtrey. "We only coin money; you coin men, stamp with your own seal, and send them current to the devil!"
"You'll be wanted if they come. I doubt if we can muster more than thirty men at most, and there may be more than that left of them, and madmen at that." "We won't let them land." "You can't close every door with thirty men, mon gars." "One at the Coupée, if they make for Gorey. Three at Dos d'Ane. Three at Havre Gosselin. Half a dozen at the Creux " "Ta-ta!
The place is still full of the devils, M'sieur!" "It will be impossible to rush the doors," cried Philip, seeing the gathering madness in John Adare's face. "We must fight with caution, Mon Pere! We cannot throw away lives. Divide our men. Let Jean take twelve and you another twelve, and give Kaskisoon his own people. That will leave me ten to batter in the doors.
It seemed to me I was to meet him at any time, my handsome brun. I used to look for him positively on my way to school, and back home again, and whenever I would think of him I would try and walk so prettily, and look so pretty! Mon Dieu! I was not ten years old yet! And afterward it was only for that that I went into society.
"Ah, Madame!" "And M'sieur Choucru shall make you one of his famous cheese soufflés. Tiens, mon bon, go down and prepare a cheese soufflé for two." Müller smote his forehead distractedly. "For two!" he cried. "Heavens! I had forgotten my aunt and my cousin!" Madame looked up inquiringly. "Monsieur has forgotten something?" "Two somethings, Madame two somebodies!
I wish I was dead sooner nor see you in this agony. I ever loved you! I ever an' always loved you, avourneen dheelish; but now I would give my heart's best blood, if it'ud save you. Here's Father Mulcahy come." "About the mon about the money Pether what do you intind Oh! my blood my blood's a-fire! Mother o'Heaven! Oh! this pain is is takin' me from all faix! Rise me up!"
In spite of a keen desire for money-making, Sandy was a generous man at his own table, and he had a way of serving his family that was the admiration of the whole mill staff. If a man but held up his plate as a slight indication that he was ready for more, the host could flip him a slice of beef or pork with the dexterity of a sleight-of-hand magician. At his signals, "Here, Bob, mon!"
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