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His perch was placed near the door and several persons were astonished that he did not answer to the name of "Jacquot," for every parrot is called Jacquot. They called him a goose and a log, and these taunts were like so many dagger thrusts to Felicite. Strange stubbornness of the bird which would not talk when people watched him!
His perch was placed near the door and several persons were astonished that he did not answer to the name of "Jacquot," for every parrot is called Jacquot. They called him a goose and a log, and these taunts were like so many dagger thrusts to Félicité. Strange stubbornness of the bird which would not talk when people watched him!
"Hallo! my little master," he said; "hallo! my little Jacquot; hallo! my little Clement. Halt!" And he pronounced this last word in so thoroughly military a tone, that the monk started at it. "Who calls me?" inquired the young man rudely, with something rather antagonistic than cordial in his tone of voice. "I!" replied Chicot, drawing himself up in front of the monk; "I! don't you recognize me?"
"You must tell us who your mother is," said Mrs. Jacquot. "We must let her know that you are safe." "Of course she will be glad to know that," said the boy; "but she has no time to bother about me to-night." "Is she like our mother?" asked Chariot. "She is handsomer." "But ours is better. She is always doing something for us," said Blondel.
A cream-coloured pony called Sanger, presented to the Queen by the circus proprietor. A Zulu cow bred from the herd of Cetewayo's brother. A strong handsome donkey called Jacquot, with a white nose and knotted tail. A gray donkey, the son of the Egyptian Tewfik, carries the Queen's grandchildren. Jessie, the Queen's favourite riding mare, which is twenty-seven years old.
I gave her your thirty francs' remittance and said that you had sent it her; and the poor woman remembers you day and night in her prayers. So, you see, I have put that money in another sort of savings' bank; but there it is our hearts that get the interest. "Good-bye, dear Jacquot. Write to me often, and always remember the good God, and your old mother,
Sir Priest," said my mother, "it is a truth that wine attracts the bees, particularly sweet wine. But it is not to be wished that those nefarious flies should place themselves on the mouth of my Jacquot, as their sting is cruel. One day in biting into a peach a bee stung me on the tongue, and I had to suffer fiendish pains.
After a long sharp winter I was on the way to become a learned person, when the spring broke in suddenly with her gallant equipage of light, tender green and singing birds; the perfume of the lilacs coming into the library windows caused me vague reveries, out of which my tutor called me by saying: "Jacquot Tournebroche, please climb up that ladder and tell me if that rascal Manethon does not mention a god Imhotep, who by his contradictions tortures one like a devil."
I am quite aware, my Jacquot, that you played the man about town in company with a nobleman, and my head is too well placed not to feel the honour which it reflects on our whole family. Mother dressed as if she intended to go to mass; and Madame d'Anquetil received her with kindness.
Unhappily she left Gascony when quite young, came to France and had no more news of M. d'Asterac, of his bottles and his puppets. I sincerely hope, my dear Jacquot, that he renounced his wicked works, which could not be accomplished without the help of the devil." I asked: "Tell me, my dear mother, did Cadette Saint-Avit, the rector's servant, see the bodies in the bottles with her own eyes?"
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