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He sit down at the table, and look at the jewels and laugh to himself. Then she draw herself up, and shake, and put her hands to her eyes, and 'C'est fini! c'est fini! she whisper, and that is all.

"Les toilettes terminées, le déjeuner fini, pris sur le pouce et sur le pouce de ces demoiselles vous pensez ce qu'il peut tenir," etc., that is to say: "the breakfast at an end, taken upon the thumb and you can imagine how much the thumbs of those young ladies would hold." "Suppose we don't go to the door?" the children suggest. And what relief, what a shout of joy when friend Paul appears!

In this he resembles the Scotsman much more than the Englishman; and both European foreigners and the Americans themselves seem aware of this. Thus, Max O'Rell writes: De tous les citoyens du Royaume plus ou moins Uni l'ami Donald est le plus fini, le plus solide, le plus positif, le plus persévérant, le plus laborieux, et le plus spirituel.

"But I must think of it. During the war " "During the war, it was different. A la guerre comme a la guerre. We knew it could not last for ever. You loved me. It was natural for me to accept the support of mon homme, like all other women. But now, if you leave me no. N-i-n-i, nini, c'est fini." So all Andrew's beautiful dreams faded into mist.

The indescribable yet almost overwhelming pathos of the tones affected Dr. Grey much as the tremolo-stop in some organ-overture in a dimly-lighted cathedral; and, as the singer seemed to pour her whole aching heart and wearied soul into the concluding "Ah! tutto-tutto fini!" he turned, and involuntarily followed the sound, like one in a dream.

"Do you mind sculling?" said Fleur severely, "I want to get in." "Ah! but when you get in, you see, I shan't see you any more to-day. Fini, as the French girl said when she jumped on her bed after saying her prayers. Don't you bless the day that gave you a French mother, and a name like yours?" "I like my name, but Father gave it me. Mother wanted me called Marguerite." "Which is absurd.

"C'en est fini," Livingstone said to De Rosny, who stood by shuddering in horror, not at the death, but at the treachery which had preceded it. None but a Frenchman could have given such an accent to the low, hissing reply, "Je l'espére." Then they looked to Mohun's wound; it was nothing serious: there were a dozen deeper on the warworn body and limbs.