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"If you are going to Spasov and on foot, it will take you a week in your boots," laughed the woman. "I dare say, I dare say, no matter, mes amis, no matter." Stepan Trofimovitch cut her short impatiently.
"J'ai quitte mon pays et mes amis, Pour jouer de la guitare, Qui va clin, clin, qui va clin, clin, Qui va clin, clin, clin, clin." "Ha! my wee wee friend," said Clara Hope, "are you here? I was just thinking of you, just wishing for you. By gude luck, have you the weeny locket about you that the young lady gave you this morning? the weeny locket, my bonny boy?" "Plait-il?" said little Louis.
When everything had been put right, and the carriage had been brought back to the road, Levin had the lunch served. "Bon appétit bonne conscience! Ce poulet va tomber jusqu'au fond de mes bottes," Vassenka, who had recovered his spirits, quoted the French saying as he finished his second chicken. "Well, now our troubles are over, now everything's going to go well.
Vous viendrez certainement a Paris cet hiver, et nous vous verrons. Je compte aller dans six semaines retrouver tout mon monde qui y est deja. Remerciez pour moi Mrs. Reeve et Hope, et croyez a tous mes meilleurs sentiments. Journal July. The building Foxholes was now going on. To Scotland, July 31st, having again taken Loch Gair. Also hired a 16-ton yacht the 'Foam. Got there on August 1st.
On verra dans le IVe. volume comment douze ou treize ans d'observations et de réflections continuelles sur ce même sujet auront modifié ce premier germe de mes conjectures; je n'en parle ici qu'historiquement, et pour faire voir qu'elles sont les premières idées que le grande spectacle du Cramont doit naturellement faire éclore dans une tête qui n'a encore épousé aucun système.»
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Agreez, cher Monsieur Reeve, tous mes voeux de nouvel an pour vous et pour tous ceux qui vous sont chers. Bonne sante. Votre bien devoue, Paris, January 11th. I am greatly obliged for the account of your interview with Musurus Pasha. If the key to this business is in our views on the Conference of Berlin, the house is open, and we have nothing to do but enter.
At that moment the crowd returned from the other room and the Duchesse rose and left me. Coralie now sat with me. "Mes compliments, Nicholas! She is lovely! But what a fox, thou!" "Am I not? It is so delicious to find things out for oneself!" Coralie laughed; she has a philosophic spirit, as I have found always those much love-battered ones possess.
"Mes pauvres amis I 'ave so many. They won't understand. They say: 'That's one of Gyp's leetle jokes. They won't believe it they won't dare." She gave him her hand, and he touched it perfunctorily. "It's as you like, of course. You have only to let me know." "You are ver' kind." He showed her to the door, and rang the bell for the servant.
Nay, Gabriel had left at home on his little farm near the village a young wife of a fortnight. And so his lip quivered as he sang: "Petit Rocher de la Haute Montagne, Je vien finir ici cette campagne! Ah! doux echos, entendez mes soupirs; En languissant je vais bientot mouir!"
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