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Mr Cherfeuil was ambitious to be thought five feet high, his attitude, therefore, was always erect; and, to give himself an air of consequence, he bridled and strutted like a full-breasted pigeon, with his head thrown back, and was continually in the act of wriggling his long chin into his ample neckerchief.
According to the account of my companion, all was smiles, and happiness, and sunshine, around Mrs Cherfeuil; when a person made his appearance, by the description of whom I at once recognised that fiend, Daunton.
Of course, Mr R sought and soon gained the friendship of Mrs Cherfeuil and then he commenced operations systematically. Now he would endeavour to take her by surprise now to overcome by entreaty and then to entrap by the most complex cross questions.
"Ah, bah! c'est un veritable chevalier aux dames" said Monsieur Cherfeuil, and slamming to the door, he hurried downstairs to reclaim his too gallant representative. We allowed Mr Riprapton to inhabit for some time two floors at once, for he was, in his position, perfectly helpless; that admired living leg of his stretched out at its length upon the floor.
As she spake with a very serious air, the good-natured Frenchman acquiesced in her wishes, and pledged himself to allow her to inflict the penalty, which she promulgated to the following effect: "That I should be forced to swallow an extra bumper of port for not having knocked out, at least, one of the wretch's teeth;" and she then related enough of his conduct to bring Monsieur Cherfeuil into her way of thinking upon the subject.
That morning Monsieur Cherfeuil, in very excellent bad English, made a most impressive speech; the pith of it was, that, had I not taken the law into my own hands, he would most certainly have discharged Mr Riprapton, for having exceeded his authority in striking me, but as my conduct had been very unjustifiable, I was sentenced to transcribe the whole of the first book of the Aeneid.
I was no longer to be the future poet-laureate; I was no more enticed to sing great deeds, but to do them. The sword was to displace the pen, the hero the poet. Verse was too effeminate, and rhyme was severely interdicted, and to be forgiven only when it was produced by accident. He was some time before he brought Mrs Cherfeuil over to his opinions.
She had saved a considerable sum of money she wished for a home, to procure which, she married that little ugly, learned Frenchman, Cherfeuil but even that she did not do until it was currently reported, and generally believed, that your father was dead." "I admire the delicacy of the scruple I honour her for it."
"And to Mrs Cherfeuil." "Go on, and regard me not." In another minute we were both sitting on a newly-made grave, the little girl weeping in the innocent excess of that sorrow that brings its own sweet relief. My at first low and almost inaudible murmurs gradually grew more loud and more impassioned.
I invented no more mysteries and improbabilities for myself but my good-natured friends did it amply for me. Mrs Cherfeuil asserted she knew scarcely anything about me indeed, before I came to her school, she had hardly seen me four times during the whole space of my existence.
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