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The best hotel is the hotel du Faisan. The vast number of English who keep pouring into all the western provinces of this country, by degrees has affected the markets, and will continue to do so, as long as the rage for emigration lasts.
And Porthos finished by smacking his lips. The king opened his eyes with delight, and, while cutting some of the faisan en daube, which was being handed to him, he said: "That is a dish I should very much like to taste, Monsieur du Vallon. Is it possible! a whole lamb!" "Absolutely an entire lamb, sire." "Pass those pheasants to M. du Vallon; I perceive he is an amateur."
I can credit even the account of the dinner which Madame de Baviere affirms she saw eaten by Lewis the Fourteenth; viz. "quatre assiettes de differentes soupes; un faisan tout entier; un perdrix; une grande assiette pleine de salade; du mouton coupe dans son jus avec de l'ail; deux bons morceaux de jambon; une assiette pleine de patisserie! du fruit et des confitures!"
The talk had grown less truculently sectional. The Angstead twins told of their late fishing trip to Lake St. John for salmon, of projected tours to British Columbia for mountain sheep, and to Manitoba for elk and moose. Mr. Milbrey described with minute and loving particularity the preparation of oeufs de Faisan, avec beurre au champagne. Mrs.
There's life of a sort in Soho, Un peu de faisan, s'il vows plait." Agnes also grabbed at the waiter, and paid. She always did the paying, Rickie muddled with his purse. "I'm cramming," pursued Tilliard, "and so naturally I come into contact with very little at present. But later on I hope to see things." He blushed a little, for he was talking for Rickie's edification.
He looked around on the company that filled the front room of the Faisan d'Or, and on the faces of the men who had looked up to him for years as the hero of 1870 he now saw only the keenness to fight. He was old, forgotten, and no longer respected, and the blow was a hard one to bear. The cloud of war was drifting up from the east, and the French Army was mobilising for the Great War.
Once, when a company was halted beneath him, while the officers went in to the Faisan d'Or across the road, to see what they could loot in the way of drinks, the ex-sergeant aimed carefully at the captain, but he put down his rifle without firing. At last, late in the afternoon when the dusk was beginning to hide the southern hills, Jules Lemaire's waiting came to an end.
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