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Updated: June 25, 2025
"Do you think these ladies want to spend the night on the greve? Depeches-toi, vaurien!" And she gave the wheels a shove with her strong hand, whereat all the village laughed. But the good-for-nothing son made no haste as the song went on "Le bon vin me fait dormir, L'amour me reveil " He continued to cock his head on one side and to let his eyes dream a bit.
"We'll try to," replied Berg, touching a pawn and then removing his hand. At that moment the door opened. "Here he is at last!" shouted Rostov. "And Berg too! Oh, you petisenfans, allay cushay dormir!" he exclaimed, imitating his Russian nurse's French, at which he and Boris used to laugh long ago. "Dear me, how you have changed!"
It was an edict welcomed by all men of self-control who knew that France had been poisoned by this filthy liquid, but they too became a little pale when all the cafes of Paris were closed at eight o'clock. "Sapristi! Qu'est qu'on peut faire les soirs? On ne peut pas dormir tout le temps! Et la guerre durera peut-etre trois mois!"
It is more more comfortable," said Victor, gently indicating the open door. "Will you not when you have eaten go to bed, mon cher, et peut-être dormir?" Very wistfully the little man proffered his suggestion. His eyes followed Piers' movements with the dumb worship of an animal. "Oh yes, I'll go to bed," said Piers. He turned towards the dining-room and entered.
And the remedy is not that suggested in the quatrain that runs Cada vez que considero que me tengo de morir, tiendo la capa en el suelo y no me harto de dormir. No! The remedy is to consider our mortal destiny without flinching, to fasten our gaze upon the gaze of the Sphinx, for it is thus that the malevolence of its spell is discharmed. If we all die utterly, wherefore does everything exist?
With masculine thoughtlessness Emile had set the candle close beside the bed, where it flared full into Arithelli's eyes. They were wide open now. The look of desperation had faded, and there was in them only the appeal of one human being to another for help and sympathy. "Eh, bien, Fatalité?" She shifted her position wearily and stretched out her hands towards him, murmuring, "Je veux dormir."
He realized the fact profoundly, as he stood lingering in the darkness, trying not to hear the voice that thrilled him. At last! was she going to bed? "Ah! but I am a pig, to keep you up like this! Allez dormir!" Why should one go to bed? It is in the night one begins to live." She fell to humming a little French tune, then broke off. "You remember? You promise? You have the letter?"
How often will that poor country regret the splendour of a Court, and that Lit de Justice, sur lequel le Roi et ses sujets avoient coutume de dormir si tranquillement! But when I think of ambition, it is not that of all kinds that I condemn . . . Queensberry. Mme. Piozzi, formerly Mrs.
"How did this come?" she asked. Crane had returned with it almost at once. She read the card with annoyance. It was covered with instructions in domestic French. When she and her sister had talked she was to come back for the night to Dolly's. "Il faut dormir sur ce sujet." While Helen was to be found "une comfortable chambre a l'hotel."
"Melisande, that crackling of tissue paper is driving me mad! Do leave off! Can't you see that I am waiting to be undressed?" The maid hastened to her side, and with quick light fingers began to undress her. "Mademoiselle va bien dormir ca se voit," she purred. "I shan't," said Zuleika.
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