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Of this about 2400 feet from the summit are covered with eternal snow. Carazon, ascended by the French astronomers: 15,800 English feet. Peak of Tenerife. Feuille: 2270 toises or 13,265 feet. Mount Blanc, Savoy. Sr. G. Shuckburgh: 15,662. Mount Etna, Sr. G. Shuckburgh: 10,954.
"Show me your way-bill, your feuille de route." Jules at a nod from me produced it, and no doubt understood my reason when in my turn I claimed to see it. "I have a clear right," I insisted, overruling all objections raised by the Colonel; and taking it into my hands I read the names aloud, "Colonel Annesley, Mrs. Blair, maid and child." I pronounced the name with great contempt.
One day that she suddenly left the room to go upstairs to see her sister, who had been brought to bed, he took the opportunity of opening the porte feuille, and was very much surprised to find in it a portrait of the King, and a very tender letter written by His Majesty.
"Oh!" replied Aunt Juley, rather flustered, "it was so alluring, and her eyes and hair, you know...." She was silent, as if surprised in some indelicacy. "Feuille morte," she added suddenly; "Hester do remember that!".... Considerable debate took place between the two sisters whether Timothy should or should not be summoned to see Annette. "Oh, don't bother!" said Soames.
So Miss Grace, of whom his mother had written Abel, and who was just about leaving school, left school and entered society, simultaneously, by taking leave of Madame de Feuille and making her courtesy at Mrs. Boniface Newt's. Madame de Feuille's was a "finishing" school. An extreme polish was given to young ladies by Madame de Feuille.
She threw them a glance of disdain, as Beauvayse, his seraphic face agrin, screwed in his supererogatory eyeglass, and lounged over the table. "You artless babes! Did you suppose I should be likely to swallow such a feuille de chou without even oil and vinegar? For pity's sake, leave off winking, Bingo!
His mother, her hands held up over her head, and in them two plaits of hair "couleur de feuille morte," as little Jon had not yet learned to call it had looked at him with eyes like little bits of his brown velvet tunic, and answered: "No, darling, I won't."
"Yes, Madame, I found this under the door when I came in at noon. " She drew a crumpled paper from her apron pocket. I smoothed it out and read: "Je viens de recevior ma feuille. Je pars de suite. Je prends les deux francs sur la cheminee. Jean." Am leaving at once. Have taken the two francs that are on the mantel. I cannot say what an impression that brief but heroic note made upon me.
I despise myself. I've always made everything go as I wanted it to go. Now I'm like a leaf in the wind Pauvre feuille desechee, don't you know. And I hate it. And I hate her being here without anyone to look after her. A hundred times I've had it on the tip of my pen to send that doddering old Underwood an anonymous letter, telling him all about it." "Underwood?" "Her step-father.
One day that she suddenly left the room to go upstairs to see her sister, who had been brought to bed, he took the, opportunity of opening the porte feuille, and was very much surprised to find in it a portrait of the King, and a very tender letter written by His Majesty.
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