"How, yourself, sir," she replied, walking up and looking him fearlessly in the face; "none of your 'how, madams, to me any more; as there's neither man nor woman to interfere here, I must only do it myself." "Leave the room, you brazen jade!" shouted the baronet; "leave the room, or it'll be worse for you." "Deuce a one toe I'll lave it.

The youngest was brought back to Saint Germain, where the King wished him to have a funeral befitting his innocence and untimely fate. All the military attended it. Forgive me, madams, for all these lengthy details; we have all been so much upset by this dreadful occurrence, and can talk of nothing else, in fact, it will furnish matter for talk for a long while yet.

Don't talk to me of Kapiton, he's Cupidon! Then Malania Pavlovna would be all of a flutter and say: 'Alexis, Alexis, it's too bad of you! In your young days you flirted, I've no doubt, with all sorts of misses and madams and so now you imagine.... 'Come, that's enough, that's enough, my dear Malania, Alexey Sergeitch interrupted with a smile.

He kept referring to the laws on the subject, and, after long researches said to me, "To-morrow is Decadi, and no proceedings can take place on that day. Find, madams, two responsible persons, who will answer for the appearance of your husband, and I will permit him to go home with you, accompanied by the two guardians."

I noticed the man, Trooper Finch, was alive. I do not know the name of the Boer who shot him, but I could recognise him again. No. 33966 Trooper F. W. Madams, having been duly sworn, states: 'I was one of the patrol captured by the Boers on 27th July, 1901, near Doorn River.

He's the true son of his forbears, an' Gowanbrae used to be always open in the auld lord's time, that's his grandfather Foreby, that he owes so much kindness to the General." Ermine further suggested that it was a pity to wait for a letter from the Colonel, and Tibbie quite agreed. She "liked the nurse as an extraordinar' douce woman, not like the fine English madams that Miss Isabel that's Mrs.

The man hastened away to the house and presently was seen crossing the lawn with Lavinia by his side. "'Faith, you've good taste, Mr. Gay," said Arbuthnot with a chuckle. "A trim built wench, upon my word. And she knows how to walk. She hasn't the mincing gait of the city madams of the Exchange nor the flaunting strut of the dames of the Mall or the Piazza." Gay made no reply.

The youngest was brought back to Saint Germain, where the King wished him to have a funeral befitting his innocence and untimely fate. All the military attended it. Forgive me, madams, for all these lengthy details; we have all been so much upset by this dreadful occurrence, and can talk of nothing else, in fact, it will furnish matter for talk for a long while yet.

Of one passage I must take notice; it is a little indirect sneer at our crowd of authoresses. My choosing to send this to you, is a proof that I think you an author, that is, a classic. But, in truth, I am nauseated by the Madams Piozzi, &c., and the host of novel-writers in petticoats, who think they imitate what is inimitable, "Evelina" and "Cecilia."

"He is one of our national glories," Madams de S cried out, with sudden vehemence. "All the world listens to him." "I don't know these ladies," said Razumov loudly rising from his chair. "What are you saying, Kirylo Sidorovitch? I understand that she was talking to you here, in the garden, the other day." "Yes, in the garden," said Razumov gloomily.