United States or Peru ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
A painful thought contracted Mademoiselle de Cernay's brow, and her pale lips on the red flowers seemed to be drinking blood. The mistress slowly turned away from this scene. A shadow had crossed her brow, which had, for a moment, become serene again at the announcement of Pierre's arrival.
Dick and Armitage were wounded, and Pierre's horse was killed. It was with the greatest difficulty that we defended him until he managed to make his escape towards the waggons. I shouted to him to send some of the men to our assistance. We in the meantime having fired our rifles and pistols had our swords alone to depend upon.
Pierre undoubtedly has a great deal of imagination, and deserves to be called a poet." "Very likely, good people!" said Lady Delacour; "but what has that to do with the present purpose?" "Nay," cried Clarence, "your ladyship certainly sees that this is St. Pierre's Virginia?" "St. Pierre's Virginia! Oh, I know who it is, Clarence, as well as you do.
"I am Pierre's wife and I have already been the mother of your child." There was a long, rigid silence. "Joan when? where?" Prosper's throat clicked. "I knew it before you left. I couldn't tell you because you were so changed. I worked all winter. It it was born on an awful cold March night. I think the woman let it made it die.
Only French eyes like wee Pierre's could have seen it pinned there hidden over his heart. I think he wore it to give him a large courage for his mission that meant bread or starvation to so many of his people. "Ah, Monsieur le Capitaine," I said to him with a softness of tears in my throat, "I would that there was some little thing that I might do to serve France.
Out of her ship's company, she had but eight killed and five wounded. They informed me that they had sailed three months ago from St. Pierre's, Martinique, and had fallen in with the two other privateers, and cruised in company, having taken nine West Indiamen since they had come out. "Pray," said I, to the officer who gave the information, "were you ever attacked by boats when you laid at St.
But you will permit me a sinner as you say to speak to you like this while you sit down and eat. I regret to disturb you, but you will sit, eh?" Pierre's tone was smooth and low, almost deferential, and his eyes, wide open now, and hot with some hidden purpose, were fixed compellingly on the man. The missionary sat, and, having recovered slightly, fumbled with a knife and fork.
Corr., ii. 110, 128. For a sympathetic account of the Abbé de Saint Pierre's life and speculations, see M. Léonce de Lavergne's Economistes français du 18ième siècle (Paris: 1870). Also Comte's Lettres
On the very edge of the village, halfway up a low hill jutting out into the Missaguash marsh, stood the cabin of Pierre's father amid its orchards. There was little work to do on the farm at this season. The stock had all been tended, and the family were gathered in the kitchen when Pierre, breathless and gasping, burst in with his evil tidings.
And now a fresh evolution took place in Pierre's mind. The practice of benevolence in that poor district had developed infinite compassion in his breast, his heart failed him, distracted, rent by contemplation of the misery which he despaired of healing.
Word Of The Day