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She was some one, no one knew exactly what, a mysterious something, a thing apart, a thing in itself, and for which there was no match. She remembered the thrill of pleasure she had felt when some one said: 'Je suis sur Mademoiselle, quil n'a fas une Francaise qui occupe la mime position a Londres, que vous occupez a Paris?

J'en suis de même!" As she spoke, she fell, struck forward by a sudden shock, the coach was rocking like a boat, and plunging down unknown gulfs. Mr. Raleigh seized her, broke through the door, and sprang out. "Qu'avez vous?" she exclaimed. "The old willow is fallen in the wind," he replied. "Quel dommage that we did not see it fall!"

'Madame, quand une fois j'embrasse un parti, je suis capable des plus grandes sacrifices pour le soutenir. The object of that heroic constancy was the Maréchale de Villars, one of the loveliest women in France. It was the sublime of fatuity was it not?"

Et cum circumiacentium insularum Reges contra se ad inuicem proeliari solent, tunc Regina Amazoniae cum suis Nobilibus ab vna parte pro magno stipendio vocari solet in adiutorium, vbi et inuentae sunt sapientes in consilijs, probae in armis, acres in conflictibus, et in omnibus Curiae actibus bene valentes. De Aethiopia, et Diamantibus, et de infima India.

"Je suis gueuse, il est vrai," she writes to Madame de Noailles on first going to Spain, "mais je suis encore plus fière." Detailing to Madame de Maintenon somewhat later the indignities they both had to put up with from accusations of a like nature, she speaks of them in a tone of lofty irony and sovereign contempt which appears to exclude anything like falsehood.

She is fair, you know, and you are dark and so I infer that his love for you was white, and his love for me black. 'Ah, bien; je suis contente. "And now I must close, for Jack has come in, hat in hand, and bids me hurry, as there is the funniest specimen of an American down on the Rocks that he ever saw. Her name is Mrs.

But there will be here and there a Latin scholar who will be pleased with the way in which the speaker turned a compliment to the candidate before him, with a reference to one of his poems and to some of his prose works. "Juvat nuper audivisse eum cujus carmen prope primum 'Folium ultimum' nominatum est, folia adhuc plura e scriniis suis esse prolaturum.

My father was so delighted at what Coquelin said to him about me and my acting that he bought a fine early copy of Moliere's plays which he made me give him. I enclose his letter of refusal: MY DEAREST LITTLE MARGOT, Je suis tres mecontent de vous.

If any one will answer these questions for me with something more to the point than feeble talk about the "cowardice of agnosticism," I shall be deeply his debtor. Unless and until they are satifactorily answered, I say of agnosticism in this matter, "J'y suis, et j'y reste."

When his wife had betrayed him, and his wife and child had left him, he had said, "Moi je suis philosophe!" but he was a man of wealth in those days, and money soothes hurts of that kind in rare degree. Would he still say, whatever was yet to come, that he was a philosopher?