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Come then, my friend, and be a looker-on at the courteous tournay. We expect Raymond every day; we have all sorts of paradoxes to convert into truths; your insight into such matters might assist us. A bientôt. RICHEPORT, June 29th 18 .
"A bientot!" they called to Cigarette, who nodded farewell to them with a cigar in her mouth, and busied herself pouring some brandy into the old copper caldron in which some black coffee and muddy water, three parts sand, was boiling. A few moments later, and they were out of sight among the confusion, the crowds, and the flickering shadows of the camp.
Again, as of old, her outstretched hand the little formality symbolising to him the importance of all that concerned them. He touched it. "A bientôt," she said. "On the lawn out there farther out, in the starlight," he whispered his voice broke "my darling "
Je ne dors plus.” He moved off to stand at the window with his back to the room. I sat down on a sofa that was there and put my feet up, and silence took possession of the room. “Isn’t this street ridiculous?” said Blunt suddenly, and crossing the room rapidly waved his hand to me, “A bientôt donc,” and was gone. He had seared himself into my mind.
I'll fill it out now," said Andrews, his heart thumping. Without thinking what he was doing, he put the paper on the edge of the billiard table and wrote: "John Brown, aged 23. Chicago Ill., Etats-Unis. Musician. Holder of passport No. 1,432,286." "Merci, Monsieur. A bientot, Monsieur. Au revoir, Monsieur." The woman's singing voice followed him up the rickety stairs to his room.
"Which line, sire? It is indeed an advantage to have one's faults made clear." "Read the passage again." "Et si, quand je lui dis le secret de mon ame, Avec moins de rigueur elle eut traite ma flamme, Dans ma fayon de vivre, et suivant mon humeur, Une autre eut bientot le present de mon coeur." "Yes, the third line has a foot too many. Do you not remark it, madame?"
"Do you fancy that a seeing man can be just an ordinary man when you are with him?" he asked. "I'm not required to fancy you what you're not," she returned. "In other words, I'm not a seeing man?" "Not especially, sir. And there's another problem, for your diplomacy. À bientôt, Monsieur Harleston."
"In the meantime," he said, "let it be understood in the cafe if there is any one who is not in the secret that one of the waiters is sick. I shall come to attend him." She nodded thoughtfully. "As well that way as any other," she answered. "Monsieur is very kind. A bientot!" She shook hands and they parted.
She sat on in the dark, thinking over every word, every look. Presently Thérèse stole in. "Mademoiselle, le souper sera bientôt prêt." Julie rose wearily, and the child slipped a thin hand into hers. "J'aime tant ce vieux monsieur," she said, softly. "Je l'aime tant!" Julie started. Her thoughts had wandered far, indeed, from Lord Lackington.
"You are going presumably to Blois?" he stammered with a nervous laugh, as if the journey were a humorous proceeding. "Yes, Monsieur," answered Genevieve, "we are going home." "Why, then, it is possible that we shall meet again. I, too, am travelling in that direction. A bientot, Mesdemoiselles!"
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