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For a few minutes Le Pontois stood chatting to a group of men at the door. They had invited him to come across to their quarters, but he had explained that he was awaiting mademoiselle. So they raised their eyebrows, smiled mischievously, and bade him "bon soir." Soldiers were already stacking up the chairs ready for the clearance of the gymnasium for the morrow.
"Oh no," replied the Englishman, "I am only going to England for a little while, on business, and shall be back soon, and shall have it in my power to tell my countrymen all about the Revolution, and what an heroic struggle it was." "Ah!" said the Frenchman; then holding out his great rough hand, bade the Englishman "bon soir," and "bon voyage."
I then came home, for my home was my heaven; ever at that hour, as I entered our private sitting-room, the lady-directress vanished from before my eyes, and Frances Henri, my own little lace-mender, was magically restored to my arms; much disappointed she would have been if her master had not been as constant to the tryste as herself, and if his truthfull kiss had not been prompt to answer her soft, "Bon soir, monsieur."
The sun was coming up to take possession of his waiting world. She longed to ride out to meet him, to give him a passionate welcome in the sand, and the opening words of the Egyptian "Adoration of the Sun by the Perfect Souls" came to her lips: "Hommage a Toi. Dieu Soleil. Seigneur du Ciel, Roi sur la Terre! Lion du Soir! Grande Ame divine, vivante a toujours."
"Bon soir, cher papa" said Floracita, kissing her father's hand. "Buenas noches, Papasito querido" said Rosabella, as she touched his cheek with her beautiful lips. There was moisture in his eyes as he folded them to his heart and said, "God bless you! God protect you, my dear ones!"
Minks saw the big humped shoulders of La Citadelle, the tapering church spire, the trees in the orchard of the Pension. Cudrefin, smoking a cigar at the door of his grocery shop, recognised them and waved his hand. A moment later Gygi lifted his peaked hat and called 'bon soir, bonne nuit, just as though Rogers had never gone away at all.
Markham's six feet were menacing, and his pursuer stopped in his tracks, eyeing Markham's stick, undecided as to whether it were the best policy to face the thing out or take to his heels. As Markham's legs were longer than his, he chose the former and made a brave enough show of indifference, though his tongue wagged uncertainly. "B-bon soir, Monsieur," he stammered. "Il fait beau "
The Courier de Soir thought that "such a policy is the result of the Triple Alliance and is an offence to the balance of Europe." Serbia apparently was to be used as the determining weight on the European scales.
They knew Madame d'Ambre, knew her very well indeed, for they called her "Madeleine" or "Chère Lena." Nevertheless, she did not appear pleased to see them. "Bon soir, mes amies," she said evasively, and would have passed on, but, laughingly, they stopped her.
Then I deliberately took a gold coin out of my pocket and pressed it into the valet's hand. "Kindly give that to your master with my compliments," said I, in a voice that was intended to reach Tarnowsy's ear. "Bon soir, m'sieu," said Francois, with an amiable grin. He watched me descend the stairs and then softly closed the door. In the office I came upon Mr. Schymansky.
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