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"Write to me soon, dearest, and as long a letter as I have written to you. "A toi de coeur,

We rose at dawn, and had some coffee at a little estaminet, where a middle-aged dame, horribly arch, cleaned my canteen for me, "pour l'amour de toi." We managed an excellent breakfast of bacon and eggs before establishing the Signal Office at the barracks. A few of us rode off to keep touch with the various brigades that were billeted round.

She complained to the last she was poor, she was in my way, she was blind. 'Eh bien, tu n'as pas besoin de me faire les beaux yeux, toi' I used to say to her. Ah, the good soul that she was!" and the dark eye glistened with moisture.

"Hist! mon lieutenant!" whispered the old mariner, unwilling to expose the drowsiness of his young superior to the gaze of the common men; "mon lieutenant 'tis I, Antoine." "Eh! bah! Oh, Antoine, est-ce-que toi? Bon what would you have, mon ami?" "I hear the surf, I think, mon lieutenant. Listen is not that the water striking on the rocks of the shore?" "Jamais!

I saw the devil take her in his jaws as the wild boar takes a bird that is helpless, and I felt him descend into the depths of the sea. I could do nothing." A cat's-paw stole across the sea from the southeast, the boat rolled hard, and Tetuahunahuna sprang erect. "A toi te ka! Make sail!" he said.

High winds and rough seas now held the invaders at bay, and in that interval the coast defences were repaired and garrisoned, and a fleet of thirty-eight boats having been assembled, the Japanese assumed the offensive, ultimately driving the Toi to put to sea.

He started violently as a fantastic shadow suddenly crossed his path, in the moonlight, and a peal of violent laughter assailed his ears. "Enfin! Toi, mon Claude! enfin! Grace a Dieu! Enfin!"

" And the same feeling was shared by the Parisians in general, and embodied by M. Imbert, a courtly poet, whose odes were greatly in vogue in the fashionable circles, in an epigram which was set to music and sung in the theatres. "Pour toi, France, un dauphin doit naître, Une Princesse vient pour en être témoin, Sitôt qu'on voit une grâce paraître, Croyez que l'amour n'est pas loin.

The hours passed thus lazily along, when the door suddenly opened, and an officer in the dress of a lancer of the guard stood for an instant before me, and then, springing forward, clasped me by both hands, and called out, "Charles, mon ami, c'est bien toi?" The voice recalled to my recollections what his features, altered by time and years, had failed to do. It was Jules St.

He began to hum, and they heard him singing all the way down to the river-bank, as if the spirit of Youth and Hope and Gladness were not dead within him. "Chanté, rossignol, chanté! Toi qui