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"J'ai fait mes adieux
Not for nothing did its author choose as one of the mottoes for its title-page, 'Ce ne sont mes gestes que j'écrie; c'est moy. It may be said of this book, as of Senancour's Oberman: 'A fever in these pages burns; Beneath the calm they feign, A wounded human spirit turns Here on its bed of pain. The still small voice of its author whispers through My Confidences.
Suddenly, at the top of the flight, appeared Corinne Pevay, captain of the West Side. "What is the trouble, mes enfants?" she demanded. "Why all the outburst of variegated sounds, Cora? Is it a convention of the Freshman Calliope Society; or merely a discussion of the question: Votes for Women?" Cora had become silent instantly. Nancy was winking back her tears, and would not turn around.
"Never mind, boy," added Mr. Park, in an encouraging tone, "you'll make a voyageur yet. Now then, lads, give way;" and with a nod to the Indians, who stood on the shore watching their departure, the trader sprang into the boat and took his place beside the two boys. "Ho! sing, mes garcons," cried the guide, seizing the massive sweep and directing the boat out to sea.
That evening as Jacob sat on the three-legged stool, smoking his short Indian pipe, he again would have the whole story of their wanderings over, and the history of all their doings and contrivances. "And how far, mes enfans, do you think you are from the Cold Springs?" "At least twenty miles, perhaps fifty, for it is a long long time now since we left home, three summers ago."
"Excusez, mes amis! I had thought to arouse from prayer or meditation, but never have I seen such a holy exercise as this under an abbey's roof, with swords for breviaries and archers for acolytes. I fear that I have come amiss, and yet I ride on an errand from one who permits no delay."
Immediately before the campaign of Dresden, in a conversation on Napoleon's character, this General observed, "Ce qui characterise cet homme, ce'st le mensonge et l'amour de la vie; Je vais l'attaquer, je le battrai, et je le verrai a mes pieds me demander la vie."
Should you chance, however, to have any pressing need de mes soins, send for me without hesitation, and I will at once give my new master warning." On his return from a hurried visit to Toledo, Borrow found his Despacho succeeding as well as could be expected. To call attention to his premises he now took an extremely daring step.
A young French sailor who did not look more than seventeen, and was splashed all over with blood from having fallen in one of the worst places, kept striking them two and three at a time, and cursing them in fluent Breton, in the hope of bringing them to reason. "Eh bien, mes belles! Vous ne finissez pas," he ended despairingly, and rushed off again to see whether he could find any more.
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