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"I have made a mistake," said Lucien to himself; but, all the same, this rough-and-ready practical aspect of literature made an impression upon him. In the Rue du Coq he stopped in front of a modest-looking shop, which he had passed before. In he went, not without the inward trepidation which a man of any imagination feels at the prospect of a battle.
Quand ce coq chantera Ici crédit l'on fera. Which means When you hear him crowing Then's the time for owing. Till that day Pay.
He saw that he had deceived himself, that delusion has its price, and that the greatest charm of youth is perhaps its inexperience. He thus arrived at the term agreed on in the contract, and as he had not had a paradise here below, he sought through his hardly-acquired wisdom a clever way of conquering one above. Death found him at Coq at work in his shop.
The French camp seemed to be absorbed in pleasures; the most famous actors from Paris were ordered to amuse the general and the soldiers. On the 10th of October, in the evening, Madame Favart came forward on the stage. "To-morrow," said she, "there will be no performance, on account of the battle: the day after, we shall have the honor of giving you Le Coq du Village."
I desire that whoever shall have his feet on my leathern apron cannot be driven from the place where I shall have spread it.” St. Peter shook his head, and St. Antony, with a solemn air, repeated: “Don’t forget what is best.” “What is best,” replied the wheelwright of Coq, nobly, “is to be the first golfer in the world.
Hawkshaw gazed mournfully off into space, and Le Coq muttered profane words under his breath. "We're not in the same class with this fellow, Hawkshaw," said Le Coq. "You could tap your forehead knowingly eight hours a day through all eternity with a sledge-hammer without loosening an idea like that." "Nevertheless I'll confound him yet," growled the jealous detective.
Quicker than a beggar would have emptied a poor’s box they were in purgatory. “Toc toc!” “Who is there?” “The wheelwright of Coq,” said the great golfer. “But he is in a state of mortal sin,” cried the angel on duty. “Take him away from here he can’t come in.” “I cannot, all the same, let him linger between heaven and earth,” said Death; “I shall shunt him back to Coq.”
“Where they will take me for a ghost. Thank you! is there not still paradise?” They were there at the end of a short hour. “Toc, toc!” “Who is there?” “The wheelwright of Coq,” said the great golfer. “Ah! my lad,” said St. Peter, half opening the door, “I am really grieved. St. Antony told you long ago you had better ask for the salvation of your soul.” “That is true, St.
Je croyais que vous me traitiez tout a fait en ami, car c'etait en ami que j'avais accepte de vous offrir quelques indications sur les Precieuses...et voila que vous m'envoyez un enorme cadeau...imprudence d'abord parce que j'ai tous les beaux Moliere qui existent et ensuite parce qu'il ne fallait pas envoyer ombre de quoi que ce soit a votre ami Coq.
This courage called out Lucien's courage; he had only newly come into the circle, and shrank with invincible repugnance from speaking of his straits. One morning he went out, manuscript in hand, and reached the Rue du Coq; he would sell The Archer of Charles IX. to Doguereau; but Doguereau was out. Lucien little knew how indulgent great natures can be to the weaknesses of others.
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