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He then read me, in his quavering voice, with a slight Picardian accent, a very pretty sonnet, which he refused to give me. He then unfolded a second paper, on which some verses to Sarah Bernhardt were scrawled. The third paper was a sort of triumphant chant, celebrating all our victories over the enemy. "The poor fellow still hoped, until he was killed," said the father.
"I've payed my share, it's your turn, Viscount," added he of Anjou, giving the Picardian a knowing wink. "The goblets are empty. Hi, there! More wine." "Let us drink," cried the Picardian. "Moist stories slip out easier." At the same time he tossed off a glassful without leaving a drop at the bottom, and after a preliminary little cough, he related the following:
"I've payed my share, it's your turn, Viscount," added he of Anjou, giving the Picardian a knowing wink. "The goblets are empty. Hi, there! More wine." "Let us drink," cried the Picardian. "Moist stories slip out easier." At the same time he tossed off a glassful without leaving a drop at the bottom, and after a preliminary little cough, he related the following:
Now he said these words with the air of a man of immense wealth. "Six crowns, gentlemen," replied the host, holding out his hand. "I cannot permit myself to be entertained by you alone, Viscount," said the third student, who was from Anjou, and as artful as a woman in love. "Neither can I," said the Burgundian. "Gentlemen! Gentlemen!" replied the Picardian "you are jesting. I am yours to command."
"Sambreguoy!" cried he of Anjou. "You will not let us pay three times; our host would not suffer it." "Well then," said the Burgundian, "whichever of us shall tell the worst tale shall justify the landlord." "Who will be the judge?" asked the Picardian, dropping his twelve sols to the bottom of his pocket. "Pardieu! our host.
Now he said these words with the air of a man of immense wealth. "Six crowns, gentlemen," replied the host, holding out his hand. "I cannot permit myself to be entertained by you alone, Viscount," said the third student, who was from Anjou, and as artful as a woman in love. "Neither can I," said the Burgundian. "Gentlemen! Gentlemen!" replied the Picardian "you are jesting. I am yours to command."
"Sambreguoy!" cried he of Anjou. "You will not let us pay three times; our host would not suffer it." "Well then," said the Burgundian, "whichever of us shall tell the worst tale shall justify the landlord." "Who will be the judge?" asked the Picardian, dropping his twelve sols to the bottom of his pocket. "Pardieu! our host.
The sergeant seeing this hooded linnet coming, stuck his headpiece on one side, straightened his feather, twisted his moustache, cleared his throat, rolled his eyes, put his hand on his hips, and stopped the Picardian to see if her ears were properly pierced, since it was forbidden to girls to enter otherwise into Paris.
The sergeant seeing this hooded linnet coming, stuck his headpiece on one side, straightened his feather, twisted his moustache, cleared his throat, rolled his eyes, put his hand on his hips, and stopped the Picardian to see if her ears were properly pierced, since it was forbidden to girls to enter otherwise into Paris.
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