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But I, knowing my subtle duty to the world, put down twopence more, as I would have done anywhere else, for a pour boire; and so with four francs and eighty centimes left, and with much less than a third of my task accomplished I rose, now drowsy with the food and wine, and saluting them, took the road once more.
"Bon jour, mon Prince!" he added, as a dark, intelligent native cantered by on a neat chestnut. "Vous allez boire un verre de bière?"
Ha, ha, ha!" rose their rough, joyous laughter from all sides. Morel, wrinkling up his face, laughed too. "Well, go on, go on!" "Qui eut le triple talent, De boire, de battre, Et d'etre un vert galant." * * Who had a triple talent For drinking, for fighting, And for being a gallant old boy... "It goes smoothly, too. Well, now, Zaletaev!"
They rose, and moved in a serpentine path to the door. "Pour boire?" repeated the garçon, following them. "That's what's the matter. I'm a poor boy! I was a fool to drink more'n one nip of your camphene," hickuped Lynch. "Here, old fellow, here's a half of one of those francs. Don't say nothing more about it. I'm a poor boy, but I shall get over it."
From a cupboard in the wall she produced a pillow, from another cupboard a blanket; in a trice she had one under Mrs. Ashe's head and the other wrapped round her feet. "Pauvre madame," she said, "si pale! si souffrante! Il faut avoir quelque chose a boire et a manger tout de suite." She trotted across the room and into the restaurant which opened out of it, while Mrs.
"You get so much pleasure out of it?" For answer, Lathrop murmured a few words as though to himself, a sudden lightening in his sleepy eyes L'univers si liquide, si pur! Une belle eau qu'on voudrait boire. "I don't understand French" said Blaydes, with a shrug "not French verse, anyway." "That's a pity," was the dry reply "because you can't read Madame de Noailles.
After the play he had said, "Allons boire un bock," and we had turned into a students' cafe, a cafe furnished with tapestries and oak tables, and old-time jugs and Medicis gowns, a cafe in which a student occasionally caught up a tall bock in his teeth, emptied it at a gulp, and after turning head over heels, walked out without having smiled.
Something seemed to have given way in him, like a badly built wall. 'What are we doing, my God, Santissima Madonna! he cried in an unexpectedly high pipe, and he clutched at his head. 'What am I about, old fool, madman, frenetico? Sanin wondered and laughed, and putting his arm lightly round Pantaleone's waist, he reminded him of the French proverb: 'Le vin est tire il faut le boire.
"Well, my idea of making it worth your while is something like £100 for three months. That's about as long as I'll require you. After that you can 'go to hell or to Connaught, whichever you prefer." "That's nice hearing," I told him. "And, I suppose, any time I take an extra risk I get something pour boire?" He nodded cheerfully. "That's my offer, Carstairs," he said. "What do you say to it?"
Father Luke's drollest stories, his very quaintest humour shone forth, and the Abbe sang a new "Chanson a Boire," that Beranger might hav envied. "What are you about, my dear Father D'Array?" said the Colonel; "you are surely not rising yet; here's a fresh cooper of port just come in; sit down, I entreat."
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