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He like to feel big and strong to help other people. So, down here where there were few he came, and built his cabin, with his Pierre and his Julienne. And, so happy! Then, by'm'by, Jacques Robinette come too, with his petite Medaine " "That's the girl who was here?" "Ah, oui. I am l' M'sieu Doctaire. I look after the sick for ten twenty thirty mile. Jacques he have more head. He buy land."
"Do you suppose it would help?" The girl was truly serious now. "Why not?" "I don't think " Thayer had edged forward, nervously. Ba'tiste pushed him gently. "Peuff! And when did M'sieu Thayer become l' M'sieu Doctaire? Ba'teese say ask him if he like you." Medaine laughed. "Do you like me?" Brown eyes met blue eyes. A smile passed between them.
John instantly matches it. "Hurrah!" he exclaims, with enthusiasm, "we are well matched, Monsieur Constans. Let it be the old story of Lafayette and Washington." "It ees glorious! Zey won ze fight. Why should not we, monsieur " "My name is Doctor John Craig from Chicago." "I greet you zen, Monsieur Doctaire. Zis is all new business to me. Tell me what to do, and I am zere."
Polly, the moment she turned towards the household life again, could feel that the air was charged with some intense excitement. Hortense met her on the lower stairs; the maid was startled out of her usual nonchalance, and was actually in a hurry. "What is the matter?" cried Polly. "Oh! the Madame is eel," said the maid; "the doctaire says it is not a lie dees time," and she swept past Polly.
"She ees well, the petite belle, but upon her cheek the, what ees eet the doctaire did say?" "Sure, Marie, 'tis a ould-fashioned rash, an' manny's the toime Oive seen ut on a babby's face, an' whoile the docthor makes a fuss about it, it's just nothin' at all, at all," responded Bridget.
Lizette, the French nurse, came softly and lightly down the stairs and found Frank Merriwell pacing the library floor, while Bart Hodge and Elsie Bellwood talked to him soothingly. "Madame will see you now, saire," said the nurse, with a little curtsy. "Ze doctaire he is gone now some time. Madame she is comforterbill. She say she see you alone." Frank was all eagerness to go.
"He's very ugly, le m'sieur doctaire; if he was fine to behold it would be well. And what said he of the child? That at home she could not remain? If they do away take her M'sieur Harry will weep his fine eyes out." "Oh, you little Frenchie!" exclaimed the butler with a jolly laugh, "you get things mixed.
Monsieur Jean de Courtois was taken instantly and violently ill. He dropped back on the bed, from which he had risen valiantly in his eagerness to be stirring, and faintly proclaimed his inability to grasp what the detective was saying. "Ah, Grand Dieu!" he murmured. "I am eel; fetch a doctaire. My brain, eet ees, vat you say, étourdi." "You will soon recover from your illness.
Come, now, pull yourself together, and tell me who the men were who tied you up, and why, if you can give a reason." The Frenchman shut his eyes, and groaned. "I am stranjare here, Monsieur le Commissaire," he said brokenly. "I know no ones, nodings. Milor' Valletort, he ees acquaint. Send for heem, and bring ze doctaire." "Don't you understand that your friend, Mr.
At last: "I should think you would wait until you could consult a doctor before you'd say a thing like that." "So? It has been done." "And he told you " "Nothing. He does not need to even speak to Ba'teese." A great chuckle shook the big frame "Ba'teese know as soon as l' M'sieu Doctaire." "On good terms, aren't you? When's he coming again?" "Parbleu!" The big man snapped his fingers. "Peuff!
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