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At any rate, I made out that he was asking if I was the little "cochon d'anglais," or English pig, whom for his sins he had to teach. He added that he judged I must be, as my hair stuck up on my head I had taken off my hat out of politeness as it naturally would do on a pig's back.
"Commodore Kendall, are you going to wear that ribbon to Paris?" she asked, as Paul touched his cap to her. "Certainly I am. I should as soon think of going without my coat as without that," replied he. "But how absurd!" "Absurd? Vous ne pouvez pas faire un sifflet de la queue d'un cochon," added he, very seriously. "C'est vrai; but what has that to do with the ribbon?
Up, there! lève-toi, cochon!" shouted I, in the elegant terms of address which experience had taught me were the only ones that had any effect upon the stolid sensibilities of the half-breed, at the same time administering to him a kick that produced a thud and a grunt, as if actually bestowed on the unclean quadruped to which I had just likened him.
On this occasion, when Ancrum stumbled across him, he found Barbier, at first bubbling over with the war news; torn different ways; now abusing the Emperor for a cochon and a fou, prophesying unlimited disaster for France, and sneering at the ranting crowds on the boulevards; the next moment spouting the same anti-Prussian madness with which his whole unfortunate country was at the moment infected.
The reason, meantime, for my systematic hatred of D'Arc is this. There was a story current in France before the Revolution, framed to ridicule the pauper aristocracy, who happened to have long pedigrees and short rent rolls, viz., that a head of such a house, dating from the Crusades, was overheard saying to his son, a Chevalier of St. Louis, "Chevalier, as-tu donné au cochon
A Roman priest, black as the top of a stove, strode down the jetty toward them. "You you!" he shouted to the cripple when he was yet ten strides away. His voice rose as he approached. "You let the m'sieu' row you ashore! You " A square, heavy boot shot out from beneath his cassock into the boy's stomach. "Cochon!" said the priest, turning to Simpson. His manner became suddenly suave, grandiose.
I buy pancakes fried on the stall while you wait they are selling like hot cakes and but for the difficulty of finding one with my name picked out in pink on the gingerbread, I would buy a pig and hang it on my breast. Some of the pigs have mottoes instead of names: De toute la creation C'est moi le plus cochon. Another asserts: De la tete a la queue Je suis delicieux.
It will do you no good to whine cochon!" To call a man a pig is the worst insult which could be offered by one man to another in the parish of St. Saviour's. To be called a pig as you are going to die, is an offensive business indeed. "I know you are going to kill me that you can kill me, and I can do nothing," was the master-carpenter's reply. "There it is a turn of the lever, and I am done.
But Lanyard was not dicing with Chance when he made this suggestion: he knew very well Liane Delorme would not go to the police. "That for the Préfecture!" She clicked a finger-nail against her teeth. "What does it know? What does it do when it knows anything?" "I agree with mademoiselle entirely." "Ah!" she mused bitterly "if only we knew the name of that sale cochon!" "We do." "We monsieur?"
Swaying unsteadily, the mulatto looked around him through eyes closed to snakelike slits. "Raffin," said Ambrose, "you-all has on yo' back de Eye ob Voodoo. Dese gennlemen hyar thinks yo' is a Voodoo. Ah know yo' ain't!" "I am a Voodoo! An' you, you sacré cochon," hissed Raffin, "I'll make you wish you had nevaire been born!"
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