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Updated: June 27, 2025
But at this moment the tender scene was abruptly ended by the shrill, strident tones of La Zandunga's voice. "So I have caught you, shameless girl, philandering again with this rascally red-coat. May he die in a dog-kennel! Here, in my very house! But, I promise you, it is for the last time. Hola! Benito!
Short blue blouse, little cap and flat-bottomed boat, the appearance of the figure at that hour made one with the drifting mists and rural strangeness of the landscape, and Chrysler knew it was Le Brun, and remarked so to Haviland. "Without doubt, Bonhomme is part of nature and unmistakable Hola Bonhomme!"
Meanwhile, Quasimodo had caught up with him, and had boldly grasped his horse's bridle: "Follow me, captain; there is one here who desires to speak with you! "Cornemahom!" grumbled Phoebus, "here's a villanous; ruffled bird which I fancy I have seen somewhere. Hola master, will you let my horse's bridle alone?" "Captain," replied the deaf man, "do you not ask me who it is?"
"While I rowed in the dark with my oars wrapped in cloth, I heard a voice crying, 'Hola! bark, what do you want? I thought it was to me that the question was addressed, and was about to reply something or other, when I heard some one cry behind me, 'Admiral's boat." Monseigneur looked at the council.
One day as the latter was just entering the Porch of Santa Maria Novella, where the Monks of the Order of Saint Dominic kept at that time a number of books that had been brought to Italy by the Greeks, Messer Betto, who was crossing the Piazza at the moment, loudly hailed his friend: "Hola!
This the landlady of the Break of Day chirpingly explained, calling between whiles, 'Hola, my husband! out at the side door.
"Give them light, give them welcome. Be quick!" Marise ducked down, loosened the fastenings of the trap-door, flung it back, and, leaning over the gap with a light in her hand, called down into the darkness, "Hola! Hola! La! la! loi! Come on, comrades, come on!" The caller obeyed instantly.
"On my Mountain I was a king, I was a father! What need was there for him to lure me into his heaven to feed horses? I'll do it no longer! I'll do it no longer!" Hola, and he had already overturned the table, drawn the rod with the golden clamps from his ear, let it grow large and beat a way out for himself to the Southern gate of Heaven. And no one dared stop him.
As if the equipage were a great firework, and the mere sight of a smoking cottage chimney had lighted it, instantly it begins to crack and splutter, as if the very devil were in it. Crack, crack, crack, crack. Crack-crack- crack. Crick-crack. Crick-crack. Helo! Hola! Vite! Voleur! Brigand! Hi hi hi! En r-r-r-r-r-route!
"My cellar, then, must be in a miserable condition!" and he advanced towards the maitre d'hotel who was arranging his bottles in the carriage with the most minute care. "Hola! Vatel," said he, in the voice of a master. "Take care, monseigneur!" said Gourville, "you will be recognized." "Very well! Of what consequence? Vatel! The man dressed in black and violet turned round.
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