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Bezers might put it in this way: let M. de Pavannes resign his mistress and live, or die and lose her. "I see," I answered. "But Louis would not give her up. Not to him!" "He would lose her either way," Croisette answered in a low tone. "That is not however the worst of it. Louis is in his power.

He listens wide-eyed, while you say, "and he lived in a warm, cosy nest, down under the long grass with his mother" how delightful, to live in a place like that; so different from little boys' homes! "his name was Raggylug, and his mother's name was Molly Cottontail.

"Your ladyship may think lightly of me, but you can hardly think so ill of me as of the Duchesse d'Ivry, I should suppose, to whom you sent my boy, to form him, you said; about whom, when I remonstrated for though I live out of the world I hear of it sometimes you were pleased to tell me that I was a prude and a fool.

"Men of the Dewey," he began, in slow even tones, "I want first of all to thank every man here for the splendid work he has done since we left God's country. We have established a record that, whether we live or die, will become an essential part of the history of the United States.

It needs no prophet to tell us that those who live fully up to their means, without any thought of a reverse in this life, can never attain a pecuniary independence.

I tell you I'm sick with the hopelessness of it all. You aren't sure of your promotion. You haven't got it yet. And maybe your father will live another twenty years. Oh, God, to think of another twenty years of this. Do you know you're away from home nine months out of twelve? Do you know that more than half my time I spend guessing if you're alive or dead? And all the time the grind of the work.

You are a good, worthy, honest fellow, and have a good right to live in this world because you deserve it. Many a merry meeting this publication has given us, and possibly it may give us more, though, alas! I fear it.

Your line of life is long; you will live to be sixty-eight years old, but you will die very suddenly, for your line of death crosses your line of life very suddenly, which always brings sudden death.” Having given this cheering promise, she again held out the cards to be cut, and said, “Cut them again now, and make a wish at the same time, and I will tell you if you will have your wish.”

"Yes, indeed," said the man; "now let it be; we will live in this beautiful castle and be content." "We will consider about that," said the woman, "and sleep upon it;" thereupon they went to bed. Next morning the wife awoke first, and it was just daybreak, and from her bed she saw the beautiful country lying before her.

She was of the house of Montmorency a widow handsome sprightly; formed by nature to live at Court apt for gallantry and intrigues; full of worldly cleverness, from living much in the world, with little cleverness of any other kind, nearly enough for any post and any business.