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Evremonde, de Malherbe, and others, who first cleaned out the French language, sent foreign words to the rightabout, and gave the right of citizenship to legitimate words used and known by everyone, but of which the Sieur Ronsard was ashamed.
The embodied protest against our social prejudice. Combine say, Mirabeau and Alcibiades, and the result is the Lymport Tailor: he measures your husband in the morning: in the evening he makes love to you, through a series of pantomimic transformations. He was a colossal Adonis, and I'm sorry he's dead! 'But did the man get into society? said Mrs. Evremonde. 'How did he manage that?
Their galling yoke would not have been borne from reign to reign, and through century after century, even by such seeming reconcilables as constituted the bulk of the French populace during the ante-Revolutionary period, if they had all been like the wicked St. Evrémonde of Mr. Dickens's tragic story.
I smite this bosom with these two hands as I smite it now, and I tell him, 'Defarge, I was brought up among the fishermen of the sea-shore, and that peasant family so injured by the two Evremonde brothers, as that Bastille paper describes, is my family.
The Countess, though she hated Mr. George infinitely, was clear-headed enough to see that Providence alone was trying her. No glances were exchanged between him and Laxley, or Drummond. Again Mel returned to his peace, and again he had to come forth. 'Who was this singular man you were speaking about just now? Mrs. Evremonde asked. Lady Jocelyn answered her: 'The light of his age.
Evremonde, Drummond, Jenny Graine, and William Harvey, rode with Mr. George in quest of the carriage, and the captive was duly delivered over. 'But where's the brush? said Lady Jocelyn, laughing, and introducing him to the Countess, who dropped her head, and with it her veil. 'Oh! they leave that on for my next run, said Mr. George, bowing civilly. 'You are going to run again?
But, I was again taken and condemned." "If I may ride with you, Citizen Evremonde, will you let me hold your hand? I am not afraid, but I am little and weak, and it will give me more courage." As the patient eyes were lifted to his face, he saw a sudden doubt in them, and then astonishment. He pressed the work-worn, hunger-worn young fingers, and touched his lips.
The Countess standing near the Duke, felt some pity for the wife of that cropped-headed, tight-skinned lunatic at large, but deeper was the Countess's pity for Lady Jocelyn, in thinking of the account she would have to render on the Day of Judgement, when she heard her ladyship reply 'Evelyn is not here. Captain Evremonde bowed profoundly, trailing his broad white hat along the sward.
'Why are you not courting Mrs. Evremonde, naughty Don? 'Oh! she's occupied castle's in possession. Besides ! and Harry tried hard to look sly. 'Come and tell me about her, said the Countess. Rose, Laxley, and Evan were standing close together. 'You really are going alone, Rose? said Laxley. 'Didn't I say so? unless you wish to join us? She turned upon Evan.
He murmured for answer: "True. I forget what you were accused of?" "Plots. Though the just Heaven knows that I am innocent of any. Is it likely? Who would think of plotting with a poor little weak creature like me?" The forlorn smile with which she said it, so touched him, that tears started from his eyes. "I am not afraid to die, Citizen Evremonde, but I have done nothing.
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