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It is not a game of chance for the bank ah, it is exact, mathematical c'est une question d'arithmétique seulement, n'est-ce pas, messieurs?" "Perhaps," admitted DeLong, "but it doesn't explain why I am losing to-night while everyone else is winning." "We are not winning," persisted Craig. "After I have had a bite to eat I will demonstrate how to lose by keeping on playing."
It was deliciously cold, and we drank it from leaf cups. "How about the time the French came here with the treasure?" I inquired. "Have we time for that history?" "Mais, oui!" said Noanoa Tiare. "That is too good for you not to know. You know that the French are excitable, n'est-ce pas?
"That is my quality a power to charm, a power to achieve, a power to triumph. Well, I choose now to win you again for myself. It is my whim. To rekindle a love which one has lost is a test of any man's power, n'est-ce pas? You are fond of me. I see it. Am I not right, my sweet?" He laid his soft white hands upon his wife's shoulders and bent an ardent gaze upon her.
Wandering as were his wits, he caught the last word and turned fiercely round; but there was no recognition in his eye. "Trade, Monsieur!" he echoed. "Trade! you shall not call him trade! Do you know who I am, that you dare call him trade? Dieu des Dieux! N'est-ce pas que je suis noble, moi? Trade! when did one of my race embrace a trade? Canaille!
"We have caught nothing nothing at all." Ma tante smiled blandly. "Ah, yes," she said; "and you will have them cooked presently for dinner, n'est-ce pas? There is no fish so fresh, and so well-flavored, as the fish of our own catching."
"'N'est-ce pas, Monsieur, qu'il y a un cadeau pour Mademoiselle Eyre, dans votre petit coffre?" "'Who talks of cadeaux? said he gruffly; 'did you expect a present, Miss Eyre? Are you fond of presents? and he searched my face with eyes that I saw were dark, irate, and piercing. "'I hardly know, sir; I have little experience of them; they are generally thought pleasant things."
"C'est la," replied the man brusquely, nodding his head at the other side of the room. "Vous etes un Egyptien, n'est-ce pas?" asked the Englishman. The attendant looked up and turned his strange dark eyes upon his questioner. They were vitreous, with a misty dry shininess, such as Smith had never seen in a human head before.
Quel charmant homme, n'est-ce pas? 'Infinitely so, said I. 'But I would not willingly detain you any further with a story, the details of which it must naturally be more or less unpleasant for you to hear.
The priest laughed noiselessly, showing white teeth. "Was it so selfish in Madame to refuse the name of Finden n'est-ce pas?" Finden flushed, then burst into a laugh. "I'd almost forgotten I was one of them the first almost. Blessed be he that expects nothing, for he'll get it, sure. It was my duty, and I did it. Was she to feel that Jansen did not price her high?
"Droll of boy drole de garcon. C'est juste, n'est-ce pas?" "Oh, if you like," cried Rodd merrily; "but if you don't think those are the best parts of the story, which are?" "Ah!" said Morny thoughtfully.
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