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Updated: June 23, 2025
When they lifted him up, they noticed his eyes fixed with a curious, complacent expression on the red stream that surged and gurgled out of his wound, just as a gourmand looks at a bumper of a rare vintage held up to the light. They heard him growl to himself, "Qu'il coule rouge et fort, le bon vieux sang de Bourgogne." And then he fell back dead. O Publicola Thompson!
"Oh," Jacques replied, caressing Poulette's haunches with his whip-lash. "It's the priests; they were too grasping. They are avaricious, that's what they are. They want everything for themselves. And a fete ca coule, vous savez. Besides, the spirit of the times has changed. People aren't so devout now. Libres penseurs that's the fashion now. Hola, Poulette!" Poulette responded.
By aid of two red poppies, worn in the bodice, a final note in the chord is reached a resonant and closing consonance; a beautiful work, certainly: I should call it a perfect work were it not that the drawing is a little too obvious: in places we can detect the manner; it does not coule de source like the drawing of the very great masters. Except Mr.
«Cette objection seroit vraie pour la plupart des torrens des Cordillères, mais on observera que la rivière de Bogota quoique froide, est presque stagnante dans bien des endroits, et coule toujours sur de la vase qui en rend les eaux bourbeuses; il est
«En examinant de plus près ces mamelons répandus dans le vallon, on voit qu'ils sont composés de pierres, de sables, et de débris rapportés et amoncelés sans ordre depuis des temps dont rien ne peut fixer l'époque: on voit que les eaux du Rhône ont coulé
Deboutin is thinking of his dry-points; the woman is incapable of thought. If questioned about her life she would probably answer, "je suis a la coule". But there is no implication of drunkenness in the phrase. In England this class of woman is constantly drunk, in France hardly ever; and the woman Degas has painted is typical of her class, and she wears the habitual expression of her class.
Luckily a Winnipeg lady, hearing of our arrival, came up to offer her services in the shape of food or lodging; the latter we two gladly accepted, instead of pitching our tent outside the house, which was already full, three bachelors living there and our two men intending steeping between the walls, coute que coule.
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