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"The desertion's on her side." "Her consideration for her father does her honour." "Of course I'm a brute, n'en parlons plus," said the girl. "We must go our respective ways," she added, in a tone of extreme wisdom and philosophy. Her grandmother straightened out her knitting and began to roll it up. "Be so good as to ring for my maid," she said, after a minute.
A F was there, with young Sheridan; I hope the latter approved of my method of speaking the speeches of his witty great-grandfather. I played well, though the audience was dull and didn't help me. Mary and William Harness supped with us.... Friday, 27th. A long discussion after breakfast about the necessity of one's husband being clever. Ma foi je n'en vois pas la nécessité.
There must be at least two centuries of solitude under those yew-trees. Shouldn't you like it?" "I I don't know," she faltered. She knew now that he meant to speak. He lit another cigarette. "We shall have to live somewhere, you know," he said as he bent above the match. Lydia tried to speak carelessly. "Je n'en vois pas la necessite! Why not live everywhere, as we have been doing?"
"Lady Blore and Miss Bellairs are in the drawing-room." "Just pull the blinds half-way down before you go," said Colonel Bellairs to Magdalen, "and remember other people have got letters to write as well as her, and I'm not to be disturbed on any account." On garde longtemps son premier amant quand on n'en prend point de second. The two aunts meanwhile were sitting waiting in the drawing-room.
This, with variations, was her constant answer. ``Qu'est-ce que c'est l'arsenic? Je n'en ai jamais vu d'arsenic, moi! The President had occasion later to take her up on these denials. The curate of Seglien came to give evidence. He had been curate during the time of M. Conan, in whose service Helene had been at that time.
"She's just got to the excitin' part," he said severely, and to the raconteur eagerly, "'N'en what?" Mrs. Marshall looked up at her husband's sister, smiled, and went on, Sylvia recognized the story as one of her own old favorites. "Well, it was very early dawn when she had to go over to the neighbor's to borrow some medicine for her father, who kept getting sicker all the time.
I wish I may be able to contrive some means of abridging the time and distance which seems determined to separate me from you. I am constantly regretting that which I gave up to old women and presidents. But il est de nos attachemens comme de la sante; nous n'en sentons pas tout le prix que quand nous l'avons perdue.
He sees it as the melancholy, inevitable end of all that is beautiful, all that is lovely on earth. Dictes moi où, n'en quel pays Est Flora, la belle Rommaine; Archipiada, ne Thaïs and so through the rest of the splendid catalogue with its sad, unanswerable refrain Mais où sont les neiges d'antan?
"It's just as we said," she remarked to me as we sat there. "It's like the buckets in the well. When I come up everything else goes down." "No, not at all everything else since Jasper remains here." "Remains? I don't see him." "He comes and goes it's the same thing." "He goes more than he comes. But n'en parlons plus; I haven't gained anything.
Chapter iii. 3. C'est une grande inciuilité d'entreprendre de prier vn superieur de se couurir, aussi bien que de n'en pas supplier celuy
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