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"Sing us the last verse " "Dans ce jardin du Roi A pris sa reposee, Cueillant le romarin La vande bouton nee " The last notes were but faint vibrations, coming from a lengthening distance. "Ah!" and Monsieur Paul breathed a sigh. "They don't care about singing. They are doing it all the time they are so much in love. The fathers' lawsuit ended only last month.
And it isn't that, Pris, not which he likes best now, but which it is best for him that he should have. What could I do for him?" "You can love him." "Yes; I can do that." And Dorothy paused a moment, to think how exceedingly well she could do that one thing. "But what is that? As you said the other day, a dog can do that. I am not clever.
One cannot love the parti pris of these works, but one cannot deny M. Denis a great charm of naivete, an intense feeling for decorative arrangements and colouring of a certain originality. He is almost a French pre-Raphaelite, and his profound catholic faith inspires him nobly. M. Théo Van Rysselberghe continues to employ the Pointillist method.
In the introduction to his History of France, Michelet says: "J'ai passe a cote du monde, et j'ai pris l'histoire pour la vie." That, as I can see now, was my true ideal; through all my battlings and miseries I have always lived more in the past than in the present.
Then the miracle had flashed down from the sky. She was free, astride the pinto, galloping for home. "Yes, you owe us much." There was a note of light sarcasm in her clear, young voice, but the feeling in her heart swept it away in an emotional rush of words from the tongue of her father. "Vous avez pris le fait et cause pour moi. Sans vous j'étais perdu." "You're French," he said.
"But, for the rest, I can confidently assure you that you will not find a miser in M. le Comte de Nolé de St. Pris." I could have knelt down on the hard floor, Sir, and kissed her exquisitely shod feet. Five thousand francs certain! Perhaps ten! A fortune, Sir, in those days! One that would keep me in comfort nay, affluence, until something else turned up.
It was because he loved me, I argued, that he had never spoken; because he had always hoped some day to make me his wife; because he wanted to spare me the "reproach." Rubbish! I knew well enough, in my heart of hearts, that my one chance lay in the force of habit. He had grown used to me; he was no longer young; he dreaded new people and new ways; il avait pris son pli.
A pretty cluster was soon fastened just over the left-hand frizzle of bright hair, and the little bonnet was complete. "Now, Pris, tell me how I look," cried Kitty, as she swept into the room late that afternoon in full gala costume. It would have been impossible for the primmest, the sourest, or the most sensible creature in the world to say that it wasn't a pretty sight.
"Never mind I begin faintly to discern clear water ahead where no examination breakers loom. Girls, do you can you realize that our Redmond Life is almost over?" "I can't," said Anne, sorrowfully. "It seems just yesterday that Pris and I were alone in that crowd of Freshmen at Redmond. And now we are Seniors in our final examinations." "'Potent, wise, and reverend Seniors," quoted Phil.
Scrawled in soldiers' hands were such things as, "Defense absolue de piller; nous autres avons tout pris"; or, "No looting permitted. This show is cleaned out." Everywhere these signs were to be seen. Here they must have worked fast and furiously....
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