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Fitzgerald had addressed to her sister, during his last visit, and, thinking she had discovered an important secret, she was disposed to use her power mischievously. Without waiting for a repetition of his request, she sang: "Petit blanc, mon bon frère! Ha! ha! petit blanc si doux! Il n'y a rien sur la terre De si joli que vous."
How simple the whole explanation! The note had alluded to a physician as then examining "Gustave." "Ah ca!" pursued Rosine; "il n'y a donc rien la-dessous: pas de mystere, pas d'amourette, par exemple?" "Pas plus que sur ma main," responded the doctor, showing his palm. "Quel dommage!" responded the grisette: "et moi a qui tout cela commencait a donner des idees."
On inspecting it, it was so thick and disgusting that I thought it impossible to use it, but remembering the saying of an old French fellow-traveller, "Que tout est bon, quand il n'y a pas de choix," and knowing that nothing but a cup of tea would thoroughly revive me, and unwilling to send Miler a mile in the dark to Big Stone Lake to obtain clear water, I determined to make the best I could of it.
Pas tant de belles phrases, mais du pain, du pain, il n'y a point ici de conspirateurs nous demandons du pain parceque nous avons saim." "Bread, bread, rogue! what have you done with our money? Fine speeches won't do 'tis bread we want. There are no conspirators among us we only ask for bread, because we are hungry." See Debates of the Convention.
Flower of the Austrian army, hero of the Turkish wars Hostilities are ended, we can shake one another's hand.... The Emperor Napoleon burns with impatience to make Prince Auersperg's acquaintance. In a word, those gentlemen, Gascons indeed, so bewildered him with fine words, and he is so flattered by his rapidly established intimacy with the French marshals, and so dazzled by the sight of Murat's mantle and ostrich plumes, qu'il n'y voit que du feu, et oublie celui qu'il devait faire faire sur l'ennemi!" * In spite of the animation of his speech, Bilibin did not forget to pause after this mot to give time for its due appreciation.
A new army of fugitives had come into the town, I heard voices murmuring below my window, arguing, pleading. There was a banging at doors down the street. "C'est impossible! Il n'y a pas de place! Il y a une foule qui dort en plein air. Voyez! voyez!" The night porter slammed his own door in a rage.
En traversant la Hongrie j'ai souvent rencontré des chariots qui portoient six, sept ou huit personnes, et où il n'y avoit qu'un cheval d'attelé; car leur coutume, quand ils veulent faire de grandes journées, est de n'en mettre qu'un. Tous ont les roues de derrière beaucoup plus hautes que celles de devant. Il en est de couverts
She could not express her thanks sufficiently, and would probably have wished to continue expressing them for some time longer to the handsome and herculean young man, who had apparently started out of space to her assistance; but when Claudius had taken a good look he simply answered "Il n'y a pas de quoi, Madame," and bowing low walked off.
La montée est trés-rude parce qu'il n'y a point de chemin; je la fis
And you will see, monsieur, that young man in whom you take an interest, he'll die in a hospital, or in some hole or other, or even on the highroad; having closed his eyes once too often some cold night; and all because he has something in him which will not accept things as they are, believing always that they should be better. 'Il n'y a riens de plus tragique'!"
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