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M. Duvigneau thus translated the words into French: he begins his verses by announcing the birth of Henry IV.: "A son aspect, mille cris d'allegresse Ebranlent le palais et montent jusqu'au ciel: Le voila beau comme dans sa jeunesse, Alors qu'il recevait le baiser maternel.
Heaven prosper and reward you, Cris." "We must find you clothes more fitting than these a coat more staid and better attuned to the Puritan part you are to play." "Where have you such a coat?" "My lieutenant has. He affects the godly black, from a habit taken in that Presbyterian Scotland of his." "But I am twice his bulk!" "Better a tight coat to your back than a tight rope to your neck, Harry.
Me an' Jakin are the only acting- drummers that'll be took along. All the rest is full men, an' we'll get our medals with them." "They might ha' taken anybody but you, Piggy. You'll get killed you're so venturesome. Stay with me, Piggy darlin', down at the Depot, an' I'll love you true, for ever." "Ain't you goin' to do that now, Cris? You said you was."
And the black-haired Cris Delighan enjoyed that flirtation more than previous ones, and the other drummer-boys raged furiously together, and Jakin preached sermons on the dangers of bein' tangled along o' petticoats."
What'll I talk to her about?" with each repetition winding himself, like a cocoon, deeper in webs of shyness. Christian's social perceptions were hypersensitive, and the cris de coeur of her suffering companion were only too audible to her spiritual ear.
Il tremblait d'abord de tous ses membres, la figure enflee, les yeux hagards, rouges et etincelants d'une expression sauvage. Il gesticulait, articulait des mots vides de sens, poussait des cris horribles qui faisaient tressaillir tous les assistants, et s'exaltait parfois au point qu'on n'osait par l'approcher.
Lew reflected on the future as arranged by Jakin a short time previously, but Cris's mouth was very near to his own. "I promise, s'elp me Gawd!" said he. Cris slid an arm round his neck. "I won't 'old you back no more, Piggy. Go away an' get your medal, an' I'll make you a new button-bag as nice as I know how," she whispered.
And then you and Jean were on your way out to his cabin whin the boys found you. You know Bill and Bud was goin' to Red Range, that night in the carriage when they overtook you. It was moonlight, you remember; and ridin' on the back seat was Cris Mead, silent as he always is, but he heard every word that was said.
Bud's affidavit's on file ready, when needed; and Bill is here to testify; and Cris Mead's name's good on paper, or in coort, or prayer meetin'. Lettie, you have sold yourself to two of the worst men ever set foot in this town." "Amos Judson is my best friend; I'll tell him you said he's one of the two worst men in this town," Lettie cried. "It's a waste av time; he knows it himself.
Les Iroquois du Saut et de la Montagne, les Hurons et les Nipisiriniens donnerent encore le branle: l'on eut dit, Monsieur, que ces Acteurs etoient des possedez par les gestes et les contorsions qu'ils faisoient. Les Sassakouez, ou les cris et les hurlemens que Mr. de Frontenac etoit oblige de faire pour se conformer a leur maniere, augmentoit encore la fureur bachique." La Potherie, III. 97.
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