Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: June 25, 2025
Shirley rose at once, although loath to leave. "I had no idea it was so late," she said. "How the time flies!" Then mockingly she added: "Come, Jefferson be a good boy and find a cab." They passed out of the Gardens by the gate facing the Theatre de l'Odeon, where there was a long string of fiacres for hire. They got into one and in fifteen minutes they were back at the Grand Hotel.
The damp mist that all night had enshrouded Paris still clung about the streets like ragged grave-clothes, and at the edge of the pavement half a dozen fiacres were ranged in a melancholy line, the wretched horses dozing as they stood, the drivers huddled into their fur capes and numbed by the clinging cold.
"Ah! that's like Cinderella," laughed Wanda. "Will the stroke of the clock change all the carriages in Paris into pumpkins? One can get 'fiacres' at any hour." "But it is a fixed rule: I must be in," repeated Jacqueline, growing very uneasy. "Must you really? Madame Saville says it is very easy to manage those nuns " "What? Do you know Madame Saville, who was boarding at the convent last winter?"
I had intended to have brought them triumphantly in a fiacre to your place, when they were finished, and I can't deny myself the pleasure of disabusing your mind. It is not far out of your way, and if we walk fast you can still arrive at your ambulance in time. If there were any fiacres about I would call one, but they have quite disappeared.
My hero received the sword with a low bow the tears came into his eyes. "Sir," said he, "you have twice conquered." We left the spot with the greatest amity and affection, and re-entered, with a profusion of bows, our several fiacres.
And then the returning in open carriages rolling through the white dust beneath the immense heavy dome of the summer night, when the dusty darkness of the street is chequered by a passing glimpse of light skirt or flying feather, and the moon looms like a magic lantern out of the sky. Now we seemed to live in fiacres and restaurants, and the afternoons were filled with febrile impressions.
The clumsy three-horse omnibuses Madeleine-Bastille crowded inside and out with passengers and with their neatly uniformed drivers and conductors, so different in appearance and manner from our own slovenly street-car rowdies, were endeavouring to breast a perfect sea of fiacres which, like a swarm of mosquitoes, appeared to be trying to go in every direction at once, their drivers vociferating torrents of vituperous abuse on every man, woman or beast unfortunate enough to get in their way.
They had reached the Quai Voltaire, where fiacres were stationed. "At last here are some cabs," Glady said. "Pardon me for leaving you, but I am in a hurry." Gady entered the cab so quickly that Saniel remained staring at the sidewalk, slightly dazed. It was only when the door closed that he understood. "His conscience!" he murmured. "Behold them! Tartufes!"
I had hidden your letters in the chiffonier where my jewels are. I read them at night: it was delicious, but it was imprudent. Your letters were yourself too much and not enough." They traversed the court where fiacres rolled away loaded with boxes. She asked whether they were to take a carriage. He made no answer. He seemed not to hear. She said: "I went to see your house; I did not dare go in.
I had hidden your letters in the chiffonier where my jewels are. I read them at night: it was delicious, but it was imprudent. Your letters were yourself too much and not enough." They traversed the court where fiacres rolled away loaded with boxes. She asked whether they were to take a carriage. He made no answer. He seemed not to hear. She said: "I went to see your house; I did not dare go in.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking