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Updated: June 12, 2025
Il devint silencieux. 'N'etes- vous pas content de votre journee? lui dis-je. 'O, si! mais je reflechis, et je me dis que vous etes un peuple gai tous ces braves gens etaient gais aujourd'hui.
She's a widow now, in consumption, a poor creature... three little children, starving... nothing in the house... there's a daughter, too... perhaps you'd have given it yourself if you'd seen them. But I had no right to do it I admit, especially as I knew how you needed the money yourself. To help others one must have the right to do it, or else Crevez, chiens, si vous n'etes pas contents."
I was but too good a prophet when I warned you to expect new extravagances from the Duc de Chaulnes's son. Some weeks ago he lost five hundred pounds to one Virette, an equivocal being, that you remember here. Paolucci, the Modenese minister, who is not in the odour of honesty, was of the party. The Duc de Pecquigny said to the latter, "Monsieur, ne jouez plus avec lui, si vous n'êtes pas de moitié." So far was very well. On Saturday, at the Maccaroni Club (which is composed of all the travelled young men who wear long curls and spying glasses), they played again: the Duc lost, but not much. In the passage at the Opera, the Duc saw Mr. Stuart talking to Virette, and told the former that Virette was a coquin, a fripon, &c., &c. Virette retired, saying only, "Voil
'Pierre, vous n'etes pas amoureux? she cried at last, having previously got rid of her companions. But I reassured her: no, I was not in love. Three days passed.
"Yes, Doctor," interposes Lady Julia, blushing; "but Signor Pozzoprofondo was in the carriage too a-a-sitting behind with the groom. He was indeed, mamma." "Julia, vous n'etes qu'une panache," says Lady Kew, shrugging her shoulders, and looking at her daughter from under her bushy black eyebrows.
"Lorsque je protestais contre les idees fausses qu'on se faisait de nous, on m'a dit si souvent: 'Oh! mais, vous n'etes pas francais, vous! Le mot est bien caracteristique. Un Francais qui ne repond pas a l'idee qu'on se fait de sa nation, c'est une exception.
"M. Darwin continue: 'Aucune distinction absolue n'a ete et ne pout etre etablie entre les especes et les varietes. Je vous ai deja dit que vous vous trompiez; une distinction absolue separe les varietes d'avec les especes." "JE VOUS AI DEJA DIT; moi, M. le Secretaire perpetuel de l'Academie des Sciences: et vous "'Qui n'etes rien, Pas meme Academicien;
Perhaps you are not familiar with the quatrain: "'Sire, si vous laissez, comme Charles désire, Comme Diane veut, par trop vous gouverner, Foudre, pétrir, mollir, refondre, retourner, Sire vous n'êtes plus, vous n'êtes plus que cire."
"Mais pourquoi? pourquoi vous en aller?" exclaimed the simple woman, with an air of consternation; "est-ce que vous n'etes pas bien ici?" Bourg St. Andeol, where we stopped next, is a very interesting place. My husband was particularly pleased with the little town and the Hotel Nicolai.
I had not been presented myself; so turning about to her, he did it just as well, by asking her if she had come from Paris? No: she was going that route, she said. Vous n'etes pas de Londres? She was not, she replied. Then Madame must have come through Flanders. Apparemment vous etes Flammande? said the French captain. The lady answered, she was. Peut etre de Lisle? added he.
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