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C'est la qu'il acquit la connaissance approfondie de notre langue; il en avait saisi les nuances delicates; il connaissait toute notre litterature. Je ne connais guere d'etrangers qui puissent parler, comprendre, ecrire le francais mieux que lui. 'L'allemand ne lui etait pas moins familier.
The sailor answered with a shrug and a spreading of empty hands. "Pas de money-belt, pas de pantalon, pas de tous! Dam queer Amayricain!" Jim was not convinced of the sailor's innocence, but perceived that he must give him the benefit of the doubt. As the sailor intimated, Jim, himself, was open to suspicion, and couldn't afford to be too zealous in calumniating others.
If there be, by chance, any more exciting chapters, they are doubtless known to the confessor. "Ce ne sont pas l
Travers and remarked very quietly: "I think that in keeping away from us this evening the Man of Fate was well inspired. We dined like a lot of Carthusian monks." "You allude to our silence?" "It was most scrupulous. If we had taken an eternal vow we couldn't have kept it better." "Did you feel bored?" "Pas du tout," d'Alcacer assured her with whimsical gravity. "I felt nothing.
But as for riding a horse perfectly on his haunches through a long day’s journey, or in rough or deep ground, or across country, one might as well require infantry to make long forced marches at ordinary time, and to strictly preserve their touch and dressing; or, still to compare it to opera-dancing, Coulon to go through a day’s shooting with the pas de zephir.
Probably a year or two of the mosquito-infested swamp to which he would soon return to boast of this night's extravaganza. "And you, Monsieur le docteur?" For he had gone on eating and drinking with apparent tranquillity. "Oh, I have nothing nothing but admiration," he said smiling. She shook her head. "Ca ne va pas. The chief guest. Ah, no! That is not kind.
"They manage these things better in France," was evidently the impression of a recent French tourist in Ireland, M. Daryl, whose book I picked up the other day in Paris, for after mentioning three or four of the pictures, and gravely affirming that the existence here of a gallery of Irish portraits proves the passionate devotion of Dublin to Home Rule, he dismisses the collection with the verdict that "ce ne vaut pas le diable."
J'ai parlé de leurs selles: ils y sont assis comme dans un fauteuil, bien enfoncés, les genoux fort haut et les étriers courts; position dans laquelle ils ne pourroient pas supporter le moindre coup de lance sans être jetés bas.
Tiens," she caught him by the lapels of his jacket and a passer-by might have surmised a pleading stage in a lovers' discussion, "I have heard there is a little little man in London oh, so little, et pas du tout joli." "I know," said Andrew, "but he is a great artist." "And so are you," she retorted.
I have ordered Matthew to turn thief, and steal you a quart of honey; what is honey to the sweetness of thee, who art sweeter than all the flowers it comes from! I love you to distraction, Kitty, and will love you on so to eternity so adieu, and believe, what time will only prove me, that I am, "Yours." "Qui ne changera pas qu'en mourant.
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