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Updated: June 2, 2025
Vaudrey felt infinitely moved, almost painfully though deliciously stirred, as he always did when in the presence of this lovely creature. She extended her hand to him, saying in a singular tone that astonished him: "Bonjour, vous!" "Well!" she said at once, pointing to a journal which was lying on the carpet, "is there anything new?" "Yes," he said. "But what is that to me?
But when he was angry, he shrieked, "Go to the devil!" Through the dense rain-mist he sped swiftly and unswervingly; already he saw the white wreath of surf along the coast. Then he descried a great black waste stretching out beneath him. It was a peat moor. "Bonjour, madame!" cried the old raven, and began to wheel in great circles over the moor.
"Oh, yes, now I remember: Maitre renard, par l'odeur alleche, Lui tint a peu pres ce langage: He! bonjour..." At this point Doretta, seeing that her father is not listening to her, breaks off her recitation. Signor Odoardo has, in fact, closed the book upon his forefinger, and is looking elsewhere. "Well, Doretta," he absently inquires, "why don't you go on?"
"I understand," said Victor, compassionately. "Poor thing! she has quitted the platform, and is coming this way, evidently to speak to you. I saw her eyes brighten as she caught sight of your face." Lemercier attempted a languid air of modest self-complacency as the girl now approached him. "Bonjour, M. Frederic! Ah, mon Dieu! how thin you have grown! You have been ill?"
"Bonjour, me Lor'," said a gaunt French sailor in ear-rings, and a blue-and-white jersey shirt, taking off a red nightcap with mock politeness, "you shall be cross." "What's that about?" inquires Mr. Jorrocks "cross! what does the chap mean?" "Ten shillin', just, me Lor'," replied the man. "Cross for ten shillings," muttered Mr. Jorrocks, "vot does the Mouncheer mean?
A woman came out, with a child hanging to her skirts, and shaded her eyes with her hand while she scolded the animals, who slunk away slowly. "Bonjour," she called out, cheerfully. "Ah! It is Monsieur Hugo! How you do, sare? Glad for see you! Come along quick. It ees cole again, terrible cole."
'Life is a dream, observed Monkey, while Jinny seemed uncertain whether she should laugh or take it seriously. The Widow Jequier overheard her. There was little she did not overhear. 'Coquine! she said, then quoted with a sentimental sigh: La vie est breve, Un peu d'amour. Un peu de rive Et puis bonjour! She hung her head sideways a moment for effect. There was a pause all down the long table.
And across the square they had confiscated all the champagne in a café, and when no more was forthcoming they piled the tables on the pavé and burnt them; also she had heard ; but here F 's patience had worn out, and as he said "Hearsay evidence is not admitted," so we said "Bonjour" and returned to billets.
"Oh, we never go out without Santo, a protection to two lone women, you know," said Mme. Rod, laughing. "Viens, Santo, dis bonjour au Monsieur." "He usually lives at Poissac," said Genevieve. The little dog barked furiously at Andrews, a shrill bark like a child squalling.
"I see heem not ver' close; an' I travel fast. I give heem an' girl one look, cry bonjour! an' then he is past. Vous comprenez?" "Yes," replied the white man standing there with a look of abstraction on his face. For a full two minutes he did not speak again, but stood as if resolving some plan in his mind, then he looked at the half-breed again. "You are going up the river?" he asked. "Oui!"
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