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"Je l'aime tant! Il a si bon coeur! et ses beaux yeux! Mon Dieu, comme un ange!" As soon as I had settled the various little details respecting my room and attendance, and had changed my travelling-dress for a quiet visiting toilette, I started for the abode of Heliobas. The weather was very cold; I had left the summer behind me at Cannes, to find winter reigning supreme in Paris.
But Nadaud, like Cyrano de Bergerac, if asked what gave him most delectation, would certainly have replied "Lorsque j'ai fait un vers et que je l'aime, Je me paye en me le chantant a moi-meme." Here is the boy's daily programme when a twelve-year-old student at the College Rollin, Paris.
He was in love with Alzire, Alzire the young and beautiful daughter of Montèze, who had ruled in Lima before the coming of the Spaniards. 'Je l'aime, je l'avoue, said Gusman to his father, 'et plus que je ne veux. With these words, the dominating situation of the play becomes plain to the spectator. The wicked Spanish Governor is in love with the virtuous American princess.
Citizen Lebon is said to have dipped his sword into the blood which flowed from the guillotine, whilst exclaiming: "Comme je l'aime ce sang coule de traitre!" but he and Collot and Danton and Robespierre, all of them in fact would have regarded with more delight still the blood of any one of their colleagues.
She sat on in the dark, thinking over every word, every look. Presently Thérèse stole in. "Mademoiselle, le souper sera bientôt prêt." Julie rose wearily, and the child slipped a thin hand into hers. "J'aime tant ce vieux monsieur," she said, softly. "Je l'aime tant!" Julie started. Her thoughts had wandered far, indeed, from Lord Lackington.
She had never been merrier in a school-girl frolic or more ready with gibe and jest and laughter. She sang her best songs, putting her whole soul into them "Si tu savais comme je l'aime." René Vergniaud was so dazed that he came near bidding farewell to his senses for ever.
He would put the book face downwards on his knee and pucker his brows. "Mon Dieu, ma cherie, what do you want me to say?" "That you love me." "I've just said it." "Say it again." "Je l'aime bien. Voila!" "And that's all?" "Of course it's all. What remains to be said?" The honest fellow was mystified. He could not keep on repeating the formula for the two or three hours of their repose.
You are all so naughty when you get together!" There was at once a fierce scream from the other side of the room. "Maman! we will have Gritzko to tea! I love him! Je l'aime!" and the poor crippled tiny Marie nearly strangled her friend with a frantic embrace. "You see, Maman, we defy you!" the Prince said, when he could speak.
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