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For a few moments, which seemed like a thousand years, he stood in anguished suspense waiting for Nancy. Then suddenly she came out of the mist and was at his side. They stood for a moment like disembodied spirits, creatures of the night and the fog. The next instant a hand shot out and grasped the girl's shoulder. "Peste! mam'zelle," a rough voice hissed, "ou allez-vous?"

But now she is gone, I shall miss our intellectual milieu, and wish myself in the Rue St. Thomas du Louvre, where the Hotel du Rambouillet, even in its decline, offers a finer style of company than anything you will see in England." "Sister, I fear you left half your heart in France." "Nay, sweet; perhaps some of it has followed me," answered Hyacinth, with a blush and an enigmatic smile. "Peste!

"Ah!" said Chicot to the king, "the voice seems to be friendly to the house of Cosse." "And you must make him a duke, to recompense him for his forced stay." "Peste!" said Chicot; "the angel is much interested for M. de St. Luc." "Oh!" cried the king, without listening, "this voice from on high will kill me." "Voice from the side, you mean," said Chicot. "How I voice from the side?"

The glorious Marine Anglaise will see that it reaches les Pays Bas, and then when it is of return your sailors so splendid, with sang-froid so perfect, will gobble it up. Just gobble it up. As I will gobble up this cold beef upon your table. Peste, I am of a hunger excruciating. I have not eaten for five, six, ten hours."

"Ah!" murmured Mazarin, with languishing eyes, "ah! that is a service I shall never forget for a single minute of the few hours I still have to live." "I must admit," continued the queen, "that it was not without trouble I rendered it to your eminence." "Ah, peste! I believe that. Oh! oh!" "Good God! what is the matter?" "I am burning!" "Do you suffer much?" "As much as one of the damned."

But, in cases where the cast has something provoking in it, as in that of the bidet's running away after, and leaving La Fleur aground in jack-boots, 'tis the second degree. 'Tis then Peste! And for the third

"If you please, sir," said I, "they did not mean to cut him, but he wriggled." Clark turned sharply. "Eh?" said he, "did you have a hand in this, too?" "Peste!" cried the Captain, "the little ferret you call him he find me on the prairie. I run to catch him with some men and fall into the crick " he pointed to his soaked leggings, "and your demons, they fall on top of me."

A worn-out libertine; a sneering, cynical misogynist; a nauseated reveller; a hateful egotist. There is no more unworthy person, I'll swear, in all France. Peste! The very memory of the fellow makes me sick. Let us talk of other things." But although I urged it with the best will and the best intentions in the world, I was not to have my way.

"Some fifty thousand crowns; yes, monseigneur," replied the Comte de Guiche, rising. "Must I give up my place to your eminence, or shall I continue?" "Give up! give up! you are mad. You would lose all you have won. Peste!" "My lord!" said the Prince de Conde, bowing. "Good-evening, monsieur le prince," said the minister, in a careless tone; "it is very kind of you to visit an old sick friend."

"You will know to-morrow; meanwhile, lie down there on those cushions on my left; here is Mornay snoring already at my right." "Peste!" said Chicot, "he makes more noise asleep than awake." "It is true he is not very talkative; but see him at the chase." Day had partly appeared, when a great noise of horses awoke Chicot.