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He trembled as if in the face of temptation. "Molina is a man of means," said Marianne. "If you need money, you can have it there! And now, once more, leave me to my new life! The past is as if it had never been! Bonjour, Bonsoir! and adieu, go! Give me your hand!"
The next instant the tip of a little patent-leather slipper, followed by the trimmest of silken ankles framed in a frou-frou of creamy lace, felt for the steel step of the limousine. At the same moment a small white-gloved hand was outstretched to mine for support. "Bonsoir, dear friend," she greeted me in her delicious voice. "You see how punctual I am. L'heure militaire like you Americans."
When he had gone Suzette lighted my candle. "Suzette," I said, "your dinner was a success." "Ah, but I am content, monsieur. Mon Dieu, but I do love to cook!" "Come, Miquette! It's past your bedtime, you adorable egoist." "Bonsoir, Suzette." "Bonsoir, monsieur." Village of Vagabonds! In which the hours are never dull! Lost village by the Normand sea!
The editor of the Bonsoir imported six hundred copies of the forbidden Treaty from Switzerland, and sent them as a present to the Deputies of the Chamber, whereupon the parliamentary authorities posted up a notice informing all Deputies who desired a copy to call at the questor's office, where they would receive it gratuitously as a present from the Bonsoir.
"Bonsoir, monsieur," was the sharp reply, and the window was lowered with a bang. They went on in silence across the Dunes to the beach. There, drawn up above high water line, they found a skiff. The captain and Jean shoved off, sprang in, and the little boat plunged into the combing waves. They reached the Southern Cross without misadventure. The captain blew a call upon a boatswain's whistle.
"When the wick burns like that ah, ça!" And with a cheery bonsoir she closed the door behind her. I had just swallowed my coffee when the siren of the Baron's automobile emitted a high, devilish wail, and subsided into a low moan outside my wall. The next instant the gate of the court flew open, and I rushed out, to greet, to my surprise, Tanrade in his shooting-togs, and could it be true?
How many careers did it preserve, how many old failures from the wreckage of Kearney Street did it console! Madame Loisel stood at her cash register as the two young men entered. A fresh waist, a ribbon at her throat, a slimness of her waist and an artificial freshness in her complexion showed that she had been parading that afternoon. "Bonsoir Madame la la la-la-la!" called Bertram.
The child bolted the stable door upon her herd and slipped into her place at table with a timid "Bonsoir, m'sieur, madame," to her masters, which was acknowledged by a grunt from the Père Bourron and a spasm of coughing from his spouse. The Mère Bourron, who had the dullish round eye of a pig that gleamed suspiciously when she became inquisitive, had supped well.
Across one of these thresholds I catch a glimpse to-night of a tired fisher girl stretched on her bed after her long day at sea. Beside the bed a very old woman in a white cotton cap bends over her bowl of soup by the wavering light of a tallow dip. "Bonsoir, monsieur!" croaks a hoarse voice from the dark. It is Marianne. She has fished late.
But if you are bent on finding in the Duchesse de Rosas the good-natured girl that I have been toward you, and you are quite capable of it, for you are a sentimental fellow, then it will be useless to even appear to have ever known each other. I am turning the key on my life. Crac! Bonsoir, Sulpice!" The unhappy man!
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