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She quickly despatched, therefore, her favourite d'Aubigny to Utrecht. "But," says Saint Simon, "c'était un trop petit Sire; he was not admitted beyond the antechambers." But Saint Simon often falls into error through excessive contempt for those below his own level.
In the camp Africa everywhere. I did belong to the army that is, my husband was the captain of the 47th. He was killed, poor man! in the last successful expedition to Constantine: c'etait un brave homme. "`Indeed! Were you at Constantine? "`Yes, I was; I followed the army during the whole Campaign.
"Monsieur a fait dire que c'était un bouquet pour Madame." An immense bunch of balloons followed him into the room. "For Margaret who in spite of everything, because of everything understands everything." "Matthew," she wrote, "how young you make me." And then she murmured to herself: "Poor Virginia!" "I love you so." The wheels of the taxi were the counterpoint to his voice.
Far more polite was Emperor Napoleon III. when at a Tuileries ball a middle-aged officer and his fair partner came to grief. As the mortified warrior scrambled to his feet, the emperor extended a hand to help him, and turning to the lady, remarked: "Madame, c'est la deuxième fois que j'ai vu tomber monsieur le colonel. La première fois c'était sur le champ de bataille de Magenta."
D'un bon vin frais ou la mousse ou la seve Ne gratta point le triste gosier d'Eve. La soie et l'or ne brillaient point chez eux. Admirez-vous pour cela nos aieux? Il leur manquait l'industrie et l'aisance: Est-ce vertu? c'etait pure ignorance.
When I more than hinted that nothing could justify detraction and departure from truth in carrying out a policy, he merely shrugged his shoulders and reiterated: 'C'était notre politique; et que voulez-vous? That he and the others respected Sir Hudson Lowe, I had not the shadow of a doubt: nay, in a conversation with Montholon at St.
Sa machoire inferieure commencait a ressortir comme un gaillard d'avant, ses dents se decouvcraient brillantes commes des fournaises, et un chien pouvait le taquiner, l'exciter, le mordre, le jeter deux ou trois fois par-dessus son epaule, Andre Jackson, c'etait le nom du chien, Andre Jackson prenait cela tranquillement, comme s'il ne se fut jamais attendu a autre chose, et quand les paris etaient doubles et redoubles contre lui, il vous saisissait l'autre chien juste a l'articulation de la jambe de derriere, et il ne la lachait plus, non pas qu'il la machat, vous concevez, mais il s'y serait tenu pendu jusqu'a ce qu'on jetat l'eponge en l'air, fallut-il attendre un an.
To live as he did, within sound of the guns, with parties every night, women and dancing and roulette and champagne suppers bah! c'etait trop fort! It awakened in me the love of country which lies dormant in all of us. I wanted to help my country, lest I might sink as low as he..." "One day the Prince brought a young officer friend of his to dine with me.
But all the same after forty years' faithful service and not to mention in the will même pour une Bretonne, c'était raide. Jeanne agreed. She had no reason to love her Aunt Morin. Her father's people came from Agen on the confines of Gascony; he had been a man of great gestures and vehement speech; her mother, gentle, reserved, un pen dévote.
Of course it was impossible, and he might ring and ring, but she would never open the door; and then while she was waiting for the tinkling of the bell, all nerves, suddenly he stood before her. She had forgotten to shut the door when she came in. "C'etait une fatalite." "And what happened then?" asked Philip. "That is the end of the story," she replied, with a ripple of laughter.
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