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"War Warbur ah, I have it now!" cried he, "Warburton that's it that's the name is it the one you supposed, Mr. Pelham?" "No," said I, apparently perfectly satisfied. "I was quite mistaken. Good morning, I did not think it was so late. On Sunday, then, Mr. Thornton au plaisir!" "A d d cunning dog!" said I to myself, as I left the apartments. "However, on peut-etre trop fin. I shall have him yet."

"Such a dolling little appil blossom," said the wife of a local M.P., who brushed up her etiquette and English once a year at Ottawa. "Does she always laugh so sweetly, and gobble you up with those great big gray eyes of her, when you are togetheah at home, Mr. McDonald? If so, I should think youah pooah brothah would feel himself terrible de trop." He laughed lightly. "Yes, Mrs.

I would draw the attention of my readers to a passage in the Perceval of Chretien de Troyes, where Gawain, finding a wounded knight by the roadside, proceeds to treat him: "Et Mesire Gauvain savoit Plus que nuls homs de garir plaie; Une herbe voit en une haie Trop bonne pour douleur tolir De plaie, et il la va cueillir."

After breakfast, Captain Danton retired to his study to answer his letters, and Sir Ronald and Kate started for their morning ride across the country. She had invited Rose to accompany them, and Rose had rather sulkily declined. "I never admire spread-eagles," sneered the second Miss Danton, "and I don't care for being third in these cases I might be de trop.

But I sometimes got into scrapes by mixing up the Greek prince with a Polish count, and then confounding either one or both with a Hungarian pianoforte player. Without formulating my deductions, I came instinctively to the conclusion that 'En fait d'amour, as Figaro puts it, 'trop n'est pas meme assez. From Miss Aglae's point of view a lover was a lover.

Wynnstay, 'to the French priests who came to see us last winter in Paris. They never minded a bit they used to laugh: "Monsieur votre frère, madame, c'est un homme qui a trop lu," they would say to me when I gave them their coffee. Oh, they were such dears, those old priests! Roger said they had great hopes of me. The chatter was welcome, the conversation broke up.

He met Argemone that morning in the library, as usual; but he soon found that she was not thinking of Homer. She was moody and abstracted; and he could not help at last saying, 'I am afraid I and my classics are de trop this morning, Miss Lavington. 'Oh, no, no. Never that. She turned away her head. He fancied that it was to hide a tear.

Lord Ipsden encountered Lady Barbara with Mr. , who had joined her upon the island. He found them discoursing, as usual, about the shams of the present day, and the sincerity of Cromwell and Mahomet, and he found himself de trop.

"She finds herself at five or six-and-thirty a burden to her friends, destitute of the means of rendering herself independent for the girls I speak of never think of learning to play cards de trop in society, yet obliged to hang upon all her acquaintances, who wish her in heaven, because she is unqualified to make the expected return for civilities, having no home I mean no establishment, no house, etc. fit for the reception of company of certain rank.

You were right to choose your own time young people like to keep their secret to themselves as long as possible." Falconer looked from one to the other with an impassive countenance. "I feel that I am rather de trop," he said; "that I have spoken rather prematurely; but my hand was forced, Orme.