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"He would save your boy from disease," said the stranger earnestly, "his own professional pride or professional honour, whatever he might choose to call it, would compel him to do that. But the moment the doctor's work was done, that of the executioner would commence." "You see, milor," moaned Madame in pitiable agony, "that there is no hope for us." "Indeed there is," he replied.
When Becky left Brussels, the sad truth is that she owed three months' pension to Madame de Borodino, of which fact, and of the gambling, and of the drinking, and of the going down on her knees to the Reverend Mr. Muff, Ministre Anglican, and borrowing money of him, and of her coaxing and flirting with Milor Noodle, son of Sir Noodle, pupil of the Rev. Mr.
They seem as rich as the Milor of old days; they crowd in European capitals; they have elbowed out people of the old country from many hotels which we used to frequent; they adopt the French fashion of dressing rather than ours, and they grow handsomer beards than English beards: as some plants are found to flourish and shoot up prodigiously when introduced into a new soil.
Anne and let you know what arrangements I've been able to make. So do as I tell you now, and in Heaven's name let me look after myself." Whereupon, with scant ceremony, he hustled the old man out of the room. Pere Lenegre had contrived to kiss petite maman and Rosette before he went. It was touching to see the perfect confidence with which these simple-hearted folk obeyed the commands of milor.
A minister must open them to all sorts of people, Baron, spies, sharpers, ruffians of every sort." "Parbleu, milor, how you treat them!" says my lord's companion. "A man of my rank, my friend of the rank I held then of course, must see all sorts of people entre autres your acquaintance. What his wife could want with such a name as his I can't conceive."
"Have they all gone?" Lady Newhaven asked, after the little meal was finished, and, with much coaxing, she had drunk a glass of champagne. Angélique assured her they were all gone, the relations who had come to the funeral "Milor Windham and l'Honorable Carson" were the last. They were dining with Miss West, and were leaving immediately after dinner by the evening express.
His well-drilled human bloodhounds would be on the track of the English spy, whenever the latter dared to venture out into the streets. Mme. la Marquise and I were prisoners for the day. We spent it in watching alternately beside M. le Vicomte. But milor came and went as freely as if he had not been carrying his precious life in his hands every time that he ventured outside the house.
On which, as the others laughed, and his friend Monsieur Walleye applauded, I dared to say in my turn, "Monsieur le Marquis, as a young man, not familiar with our language, you have said what is not true, milor, and therefore luckily not mischievous. I have the honour to count of my friends the parents of the young lady of whom you have spoken.
She insisted upon putting me to bed directly after dinner, "to be prettier for milor demain!" and then when she had tucked me up, and was turning out the light in the centre of the room, she looked back. "Mademoiselle is too beautiful like that," she said, as if it slipped from her. "Mon Dieu! il ne s'embêterai pas, le monsieur!" Monday morning. I wonder how I lived before I met Robert.
C'est l'eau benite, as the English lord said to the garçon at the Milles Colonnes, when he first tasted real parfait amour. C'est beaucoup mieux, Milor, answered the waiter with a profound reverence. Gin-sling, cock-tail, mint-julep, are about as vulgar as blue ruin and old tom at home; but sherry cobbler is an affair of consideration only never pound your ice, always rasp it.
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