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At the end of a lengthy pause he turned and pocketed Mordaunt's keys, and rang the bell for Holmes to clear up the mess on the floor. "Mais ces anglais!" he murmured to himself, with a whimsical shrug of the shoulders. "Comme ils sont drôles!" Mrs.
"'Mais, Shon," mockingly rejoined the Frenchman, "this is not Ireland, but there is much like that to be done here. There is a roof, and there is that woman at Ward's Mistake, and the brats eh, by and by?" Shon's face clouded.
"Had he done it an hour earlier, le Feu-Follet would not have been set up on these rocks, like a vessel in a ship-yard mais, mes enfans, courage! We'll yet see if our beautiful lugger cannot be saved." If there were stoicism and bitterness in this answer, there was not deliberate cruelty.
'Oh, oui, c'est beau, he says, with an expressive shrug; 'mais je m'ennuie; ce n'est pas chic. Again, he complains dreadfully of the absence of cafes and theatres, and moans continually for his lost Annette, of whom he says he dreams three times a week.
Vaguely he prayed it might all soon be over. Paul Destournelle looked down. He raised his eye-glass and bowed himself, examining Richard's mutilated legs and strangely-shod feet. He broke into a little, bleating, goat-like laugh. "Mais c'est etonnant!" he observed reflectively. "I was in his house," Helen continued. "I was there unprotected, having absolute faith in his loyalty."
You are very young and I have reason to be grateful to you for courtesy and kindness, so I have yielded to impulse, against my judgment, to interfere with Captain Bonhomme who has great anger with you." "You are very kind, madame," Dan replied with dignity. "I am to infer then that my liberty or my further unwarranted imprisonment on this ship is to be determined by you?" "Mais non, Monsieur.
He asked hurried questions with an uneasy air, looking in extreme bewilderment at Mavriky Nikolaevitch. "Mais savez-vous l'heure qu'il est?" "Stepan Trofimovitch, have you heard anything about the people who've been murdered?... Is it true? Is it true?" "These people! I saw the glow of their work all night. They were bound to end in this...." His eyes flashed again.
"Thanks, Signor," answered Montreal, maliciously, "but I, also, perhaps, have my own affairs to watch over. Adieu! I shall seek you at the earliest occasion. Fair night, and gentle dreams! 'Robers Bertrams qui estoit tors Mais a ceval estoit mult fors Cil avoit o lui grans effors Multi ot 'homes per lui mors."
The next morning there is the Eclaireur lying a mile or so out, and there is a boat with the bo'sun maître d'équipage pulling towards the surf. I wade out to the brink. He halloes: "Where is the landing, then?" "Mais ici" Right here, I say. "Yes, that's all very well for persons, but where do you land les bagages?" "Mais ici" I say again, and he says, "Diable!"
Such things being unknown to him in his fatherland, he of course found the first essay remarkably unpleasant, but with native ingenuity he soon discovered a remedy. On our asking him how he liked the hydropathic system, he replied, "Oh, mais c'est charmant, mon ami; I always take my parapluie wid me into de bath."
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