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Updated: June 18, 2025
Estaires and Doulieu were several miles in the enemy lines, the Normans entangled with Staffords and Middlesex converged back past Bleu, moving as far as any one direction could be determined, approximately north-west. There seemed to be no officers left, few over fifty Royal Guernsey ranks could be counted.
You won't be surprised that I stopped two hours over-time to-day to hold the hand and to stroke the hair of Ellaline. I've done that before, when she had a pain in her finger, or a cold in her little nose, and sent you a petit bleu to announce that I couldn't get home for dinner and our happy hour together. No, you won't be surprised at my stopping or that Ellaline should have an attack of nerves.
Dined yesterday at the Cadran Bleu, and went in the evening to see La Tour d'Auvergne, a piece founded on the life, and taking its name from a soldier of the time of the Republic. A nobler character than that of La Tour d'Auvergne could not be selected for a dramatic hero, and ancient times furnish posterity with no brighter example.
After, he try to make the man talk; but he was stubborn like that dirty Whiskey Wine ah, sacre bleu!" Whiskey Wine had his usual portion of whip and anathema before Jacques again took up the thread. "It was no use. He would not talk. When the trader get angry once more, he turned to me, and the look in his face make me sorry. I swore Ridley did not mind that, I was thick friends with him.
The chef, a famous cordon bleu, had transferred the work of the usual table d'hote to his underlings, and had bent the powers of his culinary intelligence solely on the production of the magnificent dinner I had ordered.
Some are leaning over the shoulder of a pal who has just received a Paris paper, others chuckling together at the jokes of their own French journal the "Echo du Ravin," the "Journal des Poilus," or the "Diable Bleu": little papers ground out in purplish script on foolscap, and adorned with comic-sketches and a wealth of local humour.
It was a petit bleu sent off from the Gare du Nord, and ran as follows: When you receive this I shall be on my way to London. I was married to Oliver Haddo this morning. I love him as I never loved Arthur. I have acted in this manner because I thought I had gone too far with Arthur to make an explanation possible. Please tell him. Susie was filled with dismay.
He had always the cordon bleu outside, except at fetes, when he wore it inside, with eight or ten millions of precious stones attached. Rarely a fortnight passed that the King did not go to Saint-Germain, even after the death of King James the Second.
"A dowry of ten thousand francs! And from whom?" "From a worthy man who died five years ago, whose name is as popular and as reverentially blessed in Chaillot as the Petit manteau bleu in Paris." "And who is this worthy man, in whose name these young girls are so generously dowered?" pursued the old mulatto, with a slight tremor in his voice.
"And," he continued, soliloquising, "it is not as if the girl had any large or decent dot; it is not as if she said, 'In return for the sacrifice of your popularity, your prospects, your opinions, I give you not only a devoted heart, but an excellent table and a capital fire and plenty of pocket-money. Sacre bleu! when I think of that frozen salon, and possibly the leg of a mouse for dinner, and a virtuous homily by way of grace, the prospect is not alluring; and the girl herself is not so pretty as she was grown very thin.
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