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Le Gros lifted his sullen face as I entered, shifted his elbows, gripped the clean marble slab of his table with both his red hands, and with a shrewd glint from his small, cruel eyes, looked up and grunted. "Ah! bonjour, monsieur." "Bonjour, Monsieur Le Gros," I replied. "We seem to be the only ones here. Where's the patronne?"
"Bonjour, mere, how goes it?" He nodded as he sketched at a wrinkled, bent figure, who was smiling out at him from beneath her load of mussels. "Pas mal e' vous, M'sieur Renard?" "All right and the mortgage, how goes that?" "Pas si mal it'll be paid off next year." "Who is she? One of your models?" "Yes, last year's: she was my belle the belle of the mussel-bed for me, a year ago.
What had happened? I wondered. Had his stern brigadier refused to give him leave? "Bonjour, Pierre!" I called to him as he came within hailing distance. He touched the vizor of his cap in military salute, and a moment later entered my garden. "A thousand pardons, monsieur," he apologized excitedly, labouring to catch his breath.
I thought of this, in an incoherent, muddy way, as the step came nearer. And I worked with hurrying hands at the canoe. Then came a voice. No whispering, no rustling, nothing vague and formless and haunting, but a low, commanding call: "Bonjour, mon ami." I did not start. If I turned slowly it was because I knew what was waiting me, and was adjusting several possibilities to meet it.
'That don't matter, she said sulkily, making no movement. 'If you ain't going, I am. By this time, however, Elise, as well as the two artists, had perceived Louie's advent. She got up from her seat with a slight sarcastic smile, and held out her hand. 'Bonjour, Mademoiselle! You forgave me for dat I did last night? I ask your pardon oh, de tout mon coeur!
“Well, they don’t get much bonjour out of me,” said I. “You tell them who I am. I’m a white man, and a British subject, and no end of a big chief at home; and I’ve come here to do them good, and bring them civilisation; and no sooner have I got my trade sorted out than they go and taboo me, and no one dare come near my place!
"No," I replied as respectfully as possible, but under my breath. "Is she good company?" I failed to understand the question. "I mean, is she or is she not a bore? Can she speak Russian? When this De Griers was in Moscow he soon learnt to make himself understood." I explained to the old lady that Mlle. Blanche had never visited Russia. "Bonjour, then," said Madame, with sudden brusquerie.
Garron and I hailed "bonjour" to each other through the mist at dawn one morning, as I chanced to pass by his abode, a wary flight of vignon having led me a fruitless chase after them across the great marsh. At a distance through the rifts of mist I mistook this isolated hut of Garron's for a gabion.
O'Gormon came up the walk as she descended the verandah steps. "Good morning, Miss Vernon." "Bonjour, Sir Dennis; sorry I am deserting the villa as you are making your entree." "Fortune favours me, in that you are not already gone. May I not be your escort, and attend you?" "Well, I scarcely know; I am not going to the Colonna gardens," she answered gaily.
The Marquise de Mailly received Roy, whom she had never seen before, in bed, and said to him, "C'est toi qui as fait l'Année galante! Bonjour." Later on, the men of letters returned the custom. The day came when Fabre d'Eglantine said to the Duchesse de Rohan, "N'est-tu pas la Chabot?" For Barkilphedro to be "thee'd" and "thou'd" was a success; he was overjoyed by it.
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