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The children, too, find companionship, to the great relief of parents and nursemaids. The Hohwald proper is a tiny village numbering a few hundred souls, situated in the midst of magnificent forests at the foot of the famous Champ de Feu. This is a plateau on one of the loftiest summits of the Vosges, and very curious from a geological point of view.
I do not mean that I should leave the old place for generations my fathers have lived and died here, and I would fain do the same but that I should hand over to you the feu, and you should take oath for it to Northumberland, and lead its retainers in the field.
The world voluntarily opens a path to those who step determinedly. You to your honour? I won't decide but you have the longest in my experience resisted. I have a Durandal to hew the mountain walls; I have a voice for ears, a net for butterflies, a hook for fish, and desperation to plunge into marshes: but the feu follet will not be caught.
is, in reality, only a feeble adaptation of his "Priez pour feu le vrai tresor de vie." But although Jean Francois was not unknown during his lifetime, and although, as his verse testifies, he knew his name would live among those of the enduring poets after his death, his life was one of rough hardship, brief pleasures, long anxieties, and constant uncertainty.
As she had opened the town of Porto Ferrajo several minutes before she was herself seen from the Feu Follet, an ensign was hanging from the end of her gaff, though there was not sufficient air to open its folds, in a way to let the national character of the stranger be known.
Paul's grandmother, the Comtesse de Louvance, was his next neighbour. Paul remembered him vaguely as a tall, drab, mild-mannered man, with a receding chin, and a soft, rather piping voice, who used to tip him, and have him over a good deal to stay at Granjolaye. On the death of Madame de Louvance, the property of Saint-Graal had passed to her son, Edmond, André's feu Monsieur le Comte.
'Feu! yelled the parrot suddenly, dancing with rage on his bar. 'Feu! 'cré nom d'un nom d'un p'tit bon Dieu! 'Every intonation! laughed the little Frenchwoman gaily. 'You understand why I love my Coco! But Angela thought there was something grimly horrible in the coming back of the dead soldier's voice from battles fought long ago.
He continues to lick his chops and looks at me sardonically. He is stolid over his cups which is somewhat disappointing. No matter; he can be shaken into enthusiasm. "I care not," I cry, "for man or devil, Polyphemus. 'Que je suis grand ici! mon amour de feu Va de pair cette nuit avec celui de Dieu!
Florian possessed a single-barrelled rifle, which he declared had accompanied him through many years of sports: this weapon had become so fond of shooting, that it was constantly going off on its own account, to the great danger of the bystanders, and no sooner were we well off on our journey, than off went this abominable instrument in a spontaneous feu de joie, in the very midst of us!
A feu de joie by the white residents of the region, of whom there were some seventy or eighty, welcomed the arrival of the boats at the wharf, and after a short stay here, simply to collect baggage, a start was made for the camping ground, where our numerous tents soon gave the place the appearance of a village of our own.
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