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Starting, turning, I met a face bent to encounter mine; a frowning, almost a shocked face it was. "Que faites-vous ici?" said a voice. "Mais, Monsieur, je m'amuse." "Vous vous amusez! et a quoi, s'il vous plait? Mais d'abord, faites- moi le plaisir de vous lever; prenez mon bras, et allons de l'autre cote." I did precisely as I was bid.
He seized her roughly by the hand, and pushed her to the edge of the precipice. "Ah, de grace. Mais pas si brusquement ... qu'est-ce que vous faites ... mais laissez donc," she groaned. Her anxiety was not altogether groundless, for she stood on the edge of an abrupt fall of the ground, and he grasped her hand more determinedly. "You want love," he cried to the terrified woman.
Interrogations faites a Pierre et Jean Baptiste Talon a leur arrivee de la Veracrux, MS. This paper, which differs in some of its details from the preceding, was sent by D'Iberville, the founder of Louisiana, to the Abbe Cavelier. Here ends the wild and mournful story of the explorers of the Mississippi.
In a few moments the gaily-lit terrace was practically deserted, and an eager-faced crowd pressed up against the green-clothed tables, each individual eager to secure a good place. For a little while Ann contented herself with watching. "Faites vos jeux, messieurs. Messieurs, faites vos jeux."
But there was a suggestion of something still boyish about it, notwithstanding the rather stern-set features and bitter-looking mouth. She felt as though the bitterness revealed in his expression did not rightly belong to the man's nature. It was in essence alien something that life had added to him. "Faites vos jeux, messieurs; messieurs, faites vos jeux."
In the sixth, the jongleur is getting desperate: Seigneurs, pour l'amour de Dieu, faites silence, écoutez-moi, Pour qu'en partant de ce monde vous entriez dans un meilleur; but after this exclamation he has his way, though the story proper is still a good way off. Perhaps not all of these hortatory stanzas were commonly used; any or all of them could certainly be omitted without damaging the poem.
Be content? Why, we have just got our second wind! It will be the same with you, my friend. You begin reluctantly, but when the chase becomes hot, you will be on fire with zest. You will not trouble then that vous vous faites crottés." "I will do my best; I cannot say more than that."
"Il est charmant, votre monsieur," said Lady Jane to her grandmamma; and on which I bowed, and said, "Madame, vous me faites beaucoup d'honneur:" for I know the French language, and was pleased to find that these good ladies had taken a liking to me.
Then the croupiers first raked in the players' losses with vast expedition; next, the croupiers in charge of the funds chucked the precise amount of the winnings on to each stake with unerring dexterity and the indifference of machines; and the chant recommenced, "Faites le jeu, messieu." Pause, ten seconds. "Le jeu est fait, messieu. Pause, two seconds. "Rien ne va plus."
"I won't marry you if you don't." "I did think you were serious to-night, Eileen," he said, disappointed. "How could you think that, if you read the programme, as you say? 'Nelly O'Neill, Serio-Comic. Allons, ne faites cette tête mine de hibou. Admit the world is entirely ridiculous and give me some more champagne." Her eyes glittered strangely. A clock struck twelve.
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