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Owing to the weather he stayed only a few days, but returned the following year, and continued his visits to the valleys year after year, until, in 1833, a severe illness obliged him to remain in England. In the autumn of 1835 he returned, and lived in the valleys with Pastor Bonjour, at St. John's, for the next five years.
And he forgot all that he had learned, both the difficult French words which the young lady taught him in the drawing-room, and the incomparably easier expletives which he had picked up on his own account in the servants' hall. Only two human sounds clung to his memory, the last relics of his vanished learning. When he was in a thoroughly good humor, he would often say, "Bonjour, madame!"
Occasionally a trudging coast guard or a lone hunter in passing would call "Bonjour!" to her, and since she was pretty, this child of fifteen, they would sometimes hail her with "Ça va, ma petite!" and Yvonne would flush and reply bravely, "Mais oui, M'sieur, merci."
"Il est bien beau," the Marquise de Chelles observed, her eyes turning from Paul's grave face to her daughter-in-law's vivid countenance. "Do be nice, darling! Say, 'bonjour, Madame," Undine urged. An odd mingling of emotions stirred in her while she stood watching Paul make the round of the family group under her husband's guidance.
The postman, entering through the garden gate which opened on to the street, found Ann busily engaged in cutting flowers. He greeted her with a smile, pleased to be saved the remainder of the distance to the house. "Bonjour, mademoiselle. Only one letter for the villa this morning."
"You didn't mean to say that, did you?" What Jerry would have answered is uncertain, for his attention at the moment was attracted by a stranger who strode down the bank and now accosted him and his partner jointly. "Bonjour, m'sieu's!" said the new-comer. "I'm lookin' for buy some lemon'. You got some, no?" Mr. Quirk spoke irritably. "Sure. We've got a few, but they ain't for sale."
And she tried to withdraw her hand, while, at the same time, she was inclined to make her sit down, and to say something affectionate to her. She ended by raising Varvara Pavlovna and kissing her on her smooth perfumed brow. Varvara Pavlovna was completely overcome by this kiss. "How do you do, bonjour," said Marya Dmitrievna. "Of course I did not expect... but, of course, I am glad to see you.
Even now a small child in a black smock stood at his door, waiting to fill his carafe with the black wine that had stained its sides to such a beautiful violet hue. "Bonjour, Christophe " "Bonjour, madame." "You want wine?" "Oui, madame." "Then wait a moment and I will get it for thee."
When he tried to touch her hand, she shivered away from him. The charcoal-burner, hardy and strong among forest-reared men, cowered like a child in a corner, and covered his eyes and wept. So the night wore away. She had no perception of anything that happened to her until she was led through her own little garden in the early day, and her starling cried to her, "Bonjour, Bonjour!"
"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!
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