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He had been educated so well; he spoke French so correctly, with a Parisian accent; and she scarcely knew how to say "Bonjour" and "Comment vous portez vous?" It is true that her parents were entirely ignorant of French, but that did not make things any better for her.
"Bonjour, Alain," said Lemercier, hooking his disengaged arm into Rochebriant's. "I suspect we are going the same way."
Both fell silent, peering out through the darkness at the sound of Dolokhov's and Petya's steps as they advanced to the fire leading their horses. "Bonjour, messieurs!" * said Dolokhov loudly and clearly. * "Good day, gentlemen." There was a stir among the officers in the shadow beyond the fire, and one tall, long-necked officer, walking round the fire, came up to Dolokhov.
Lionel thought: "Shall I ever call her wife, and when I come in have a right to take these two dear hands in mine and press them to my heart as I bend down to kiss her sweet mouth." He said, "Bonjour, ladies fair. I have come to see how you are feeling after the revels of the past night." "And to refresh your own poor tired self with a cup of coffee," answered Vaura, handing him one.
"And what must I confess?" asked Hector, when they were seated. "That I am frantically in love with you, and your coldness is driving me wild?" "Certainly not!" said the widow, while she rose again and began to arrange some giant roses in a wonderful basket which looked as if it had just arrived her shrewd eye had seen the card, "From Captain Fitzgerald, with his best bonjour." "Certainly not!
Ask them yourself and perhaps you'll find out...." "Foo! what an ass you are sometimes! Last night's wine has not gone off yet.... Good-bye; thank your Praskovya Pavlovna from me for my night's lodging. She locked herself in, made no reply to my bonjour through the door; she was up at seven o'clock, the samovar was taken into her from the kitchen. I was not vouchsafed a personal interview...."
He had come back to us who never thought to see him again, who never wished to see him again, still unpurged of his stigma. As he passed me, I acknowledged his greeting, somewhat stiffly, I fear, and walked over to Schepstein's. There in the basement, amid the familiar wreckage as of a thousand umbrellas, sat little Annie. "Bonjour, Dominie," said she wistfully. "Good-morning, Annie.
The child stirred, awakened by her sobbing. "Tanné," he cried feebly. "He will come," she said. Outside in the mist-soaked lane three toothless fisherwomen gossiped in whispers. Almost any day that you pass through the village you will see a chubby little rascal who greets you with a cheery "Bonjour" and runs away, dragging a tin horse with a broken tail.
Then they both descended from the verandah, to greet him with foreign cordiality which, as they spoke rapidly in French, was somewhat lost on Godfrey. Recognizing their kind intentions, however, he took off his hat and bowed to each in turn, remarking as he did so: "Bonjour, oui. Oui, bonjour," the only words in the Gallic tongue that occurred to him at the moment.
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