Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: May 29, 2025
How she is cross and strict! That is what you say very often, n'est- ce pas?" "We do!" replied Pixie frankly. It was one of the Irishisms which amused her companions that she never by any chance gave a simple "Yes" or "No" in reply to a question. It was always "I am!" "I will!" "I do!" as the case might be.
"This is a bad place. I lose my men every day. There were three killed yesterday, and six wounded. To-day already there are two killed and ten wounded." Something broke in his voice. "Ce n'est pas bon du tout, du tout!" The captain clapped him on the shoulders, tried to cheer him. "Courage, mon vieux!" The rain shot down on us. Our feet slithered in deep, greasy mud.
Belmont rushed onwards to meet his wife, but Fardet stopped to grasp the Colonel's hand. "Vive la France! Vivent les Anglais!" he was yelling. "Tout va bien, n'est ce pas, Colonel? Ah, canaille! Vivent la croix et les Chretiens!" He was incoherent in his delight. The Colonel, too, was as enthusiastic as his Anglo-Saxon standard would permit.
"Ce bel Hector chéri il a un béguin pour quelqu'un mais ce n'est pas pour nous autres!" Josiah Brown cut the top off his oeuf
"Italy began as a coquette. She will end" he made the gesture of counting money into his hand "she will end as a cocotte." He waved a forefinger in front of his face. "Elle n'est plus vierge!" he said. The wife demurred. Italy was poor and little, she must needs coquette. After all, il faut vivre one must live.
Some little revenge still!" The count touched the arm of the musing usurer, "J'ai bien joue mon role, n'est ce pas?" "Your part! Ah, but, my dear count, I do not quite understand it." "Ma foi, you are passably dull. I had just been landed in France, when a letter from L'Estrange reached me. It was couched as an invitation, which I interpreted to the duello. Such invitations I never refuse.
C'était pendant l'horreur d'une profonde nuit. By the same simple methods his art can describe the wonderful and perfect beauty of innocence Le jour n'est pas plus pur que le fond de mon coeur; and the furies of insensate passion C'est Vénus toute entière
On dirait, n'est ce pas? qu'il y a des somnambules lucides." We thought Auber seemed very fatigued, and we soon left him, driving back the same way we came, and reached home without any adventures. 7th of May.
"Doubtless, monsieur; but there is so much in custom, n'est ce pas? and my ancestors have always been used with boots." The Chamberlain overlooked the irony and glanced perplexed about him. There was, obviously, no place near that was not open to the objection urged. Everywhere the snow lay deep on grass and pathway; the trees were sheeted ghosts, the chill struck through his own Highland brogues.
Along all the rest of the way, the postman piped and fluted meltingly to get a sight of the collection; now he would upbraid, now he would reason "VOYONS, I will tell nobody"; then he tried corruption, and insisted on paying for a glass of wine; and, at last when their ways separated "NON," said he, "CE N'EST PAS BIEN DE VOTRE PART. O NON, CE N'EST PAS BIEN." And shaking his head with quite a sentimental sense of injury, he departed unrefreshed.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking