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"And what is your name, my child?" asked Pierre. "Sophie Couteau, Monsieur l'Abbe." "You do not belong to the town of Poitiers?" "Oh no! certainly not. We belong to Vivonne, which is seven kilometres away. My father and mother have a little land there, and things would not be so bad if there were not eight children at home I am the fifth, fortunately the four older ones are beginning to work."
Egad, he dashed at the old lord, and there would have been inlake among the perrage, if the Master had not whipt roundly in, and hamstrung him with his cutlass. He was but sixteen then, bless his heart!" "And is he as ready with the gun as with the couteau?" said Sir William.
Pierre had immediately recognized Sophie Couteau, the miraculee who had got into the train at Poitiers. And he now witnessed a repetition of the scene which had already been enacted in his presence. Doctor Bonamy began giving detailed explanations to the little fair-haired gentleman, who displayed great attention.
I now really believe that she treats herself to some of the spirits of wine that are given her for the warmer! it's enough to make one die of laughing. I'm always splitting my sides over it, in my little corner." Then she laughed till the tears came into her eyes; and La Couteau, on her side highly amused, began to wriggle with a savage delight.
I fortunately recollected my couteau de chasse, which was by my side; with this instrument I severed the lion's head at one blow, and the body fell at my feet! I then, with the butt end of my fowling-piece, rammed the head farther into the throat of the crocodile, and destroyed him by suffocation, for he could neither gorge nor eject it.
La Couteau looked at them with her yellow fixed eyes. "Well, I can't give you your five francs change," she said, "I haven't any change with me. And you, Celeste, have you any change for this lady?" She risked asking this question, but put it in such a tone and with such a glance that the other immediately understood her. "I have not a copper in my pocket," she replied. Deep silence fell.
The aperture through which children were deposited in the sliding-box was close to the little door of which M. Zola speaks. Trans. When La Couteau at last reappeared with empty arms she said never a word, and Mathieu put no question to her.
If ever you should come to Rougemont, just ask after Sophie Couteau there. Folks will tell you that I'm a hard-working woman, and don't owe a copper to a soul!" Mathieu could not help looking at her to see how unblushingly she thus praised herself.
And so, according to you, mademoiselle, that place Rougemont is very healthy, and there are never any nasty illnesses about there?" But at this moment she was interrupted by the arrival of another early visitor, whose advent she hailed with a cry of delight. "Oh! how happy I am to see you, Madame Couteau! What a good idea it was of mine to call here!"
As her mistress did not immediately reply, Celeste ventured to intervene, and began by explaining how it happened that La Couteau had called that day. "When she goes back into the country, madame, she almost always takes a baby with her, sometimes a nurse's child, and sometimes the child of people who are not well enough off to keep a nurse in the house.
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