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Whereby grewe that Cesar, Alexander, and all those menne and excellente Princes in old tyme, were the formoste emongest the faighters, goyng armed on foote: and if thei loste their state, thei would loose their life, so that thei lived and died vertuously.
Birotteau's neighbor was a small dealer in umbrellas, parasols, and canes, named Cayron, a man from Languedoc, doing a poor business, whom Cesar had several times befriended. Cayron wished nothing better than to confine himself to the ground-floor and let the rich perfumer take the floor above it, thus diminishing his rent.
"I wonder," said I to myself, as I passed on, "I wonder if M. César Prévost's account of his remarkable invention of the First Atlantic Telegraph have not some subtile connection with his desire to find as speedy and remunerative a sale as possible for his pretty baskets!"
I asked to be allowed to take the part of the monster, as I wanted to have some role in the play at any cost. It was decided, though, that Cesar, the convent dog, should be the fish monster. A competition was opened for the fish costume. I went to an endless amount of trouble cutting out scales from cardboard that I had painted, and sewing them together afterwards.
"Your conduct is known, my friend," said one; "everybody regrets the sternness with which you treat yourself, also your wife and daughter." "Take a little more time," said others; "the wounds of money do not kill." "No, but the wounds of the soul do," the poor worn Cesar answered one day to his friend Matifat. At the beginning of the year 1822, the Canal Saint-Martin was begun.
"Who says so, Madame?" "Emile the stable's empty." Calmly and easily George walked over towards Emile, and taking him by the collar, shook him violently. "Look here, you! What do you mean by frightening Madame like that? Are you her servant? No! Well, then, mind your own business!" And opening a second door alongside the other, we found Cesar and Sausage munching their oats.
"My oil, wife, my oil will save us!" "May God help us!" said Constance. "Anselme will help my father," said Cesarine. "I'll go and see him," cried Cesar, deeply moved by the passionate accents of his wife, who after nineteen years of married life was not yet fully known to him. "Constance, fear nothing! Here, read du Tillet's letter to Monsieur de Nucingen; we are sure to obtain a credit.
Like that passage of the Cesar Franck Sonata so had been his life with her, a divine third movement. And now this business of Jon's this bad business! Drifted to the edge of consciousness, he hardly knew if it were in sleep that he smelled the scent of a cigar, and seemed to see his father in the blackness before his closed eyes.
Those words are not only an affront, but they are the death of your credit." "Monsieur Claparon wishes to speak to you," said Celestin, entering; "may I tell him to come up?" "Now we shall learn the meaning of this insult," said Lebas. "Monsieur," said Cesar to Claparon, as he entered, "this is Monsieur Lebas, a judge of the commercial courts, and my friend "
When we pulled up to give Cesar breathing spell, they all came clustering around the carriage. Did I know anything? Had I heard anything? "Gentlemen," I said, with a decided huskiness in my throat, "the French flag flies over, Mulhouse, but fifteen thousand men are hors de combat!" Joy, followed almost instantaneously by an expression of sorrow, literally transfigured all their faces.
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