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Ain't she lovely!" while she followed with eagerly admiring eyes the gossamer trail of Maryllia's white gown on the soft turf, and strained her ears to catch the sound of the sweet voice which suddenly broke out in a careless chansonette: "Tu m'aimes, cherie? Dites-moi! Seulement un petit 'oui, Je demande a toi! Le bonheur supreme Vient quand on aime, N'est-ce-pas cherie? 'Oui'!"
They did imagine it, I know; for by and by Miss Pollingray whispered: 'Les absents n'auront pas tort, cette fois, n'est-ce-pas? 'And Mr. Pollingray was cruelly gentle: an air of 'I would not intrude on such emotions'; and I heightened their delusions as much as I could: there was no other way of accounting for my pantomime face. Why should he fancy I suffered so terribly?
He allowed a few moments more to pass, and then asked: "N'est-ce-pas, Madame Delphine? Daz ze way, aint it?" "No, Père Jerome, no. My daughter oh, Père Jerome, I bethroath my lill' girl to a w'ite man!" And immediately Madame Delphine commenced savagely drawing a thread in the fabric of her skirt with one trembling hand, while she drove the fan with the other. "Dey goin' git marry."
One of the hilarious ghosts who were weaving spells under the evergreens happened to glance in through a great softly shining window and recognized the drooping head above a long deserted table between the shelves of books. "There's our noble warden," whispered Bea, "studying on Friday night! Looks like a dig as well as a prig, n'est-ce-pas?"
I'll see you safe across our pickets; for the rest, you must trust to yourself. C'est arrangé, n'est-ce-pas?" One firm grasp of his hand, to which I responded by another, followed, and he was gone. Everything concurred to show me that a tremendous battle must ensue on the morrow, if the British forces but held their position.
"Oui, oui! Guillotine. Enfin ...!" cried the woman excitedly. Encouraged by her success in conveying even one word of her remarks, she began a third time. "Excuse me," said Gerald. "Madame is talking about the execution at Auxerre the day after to-morrow. N'est-ce-pas, madame, que vous parliez de Rivain?" The Englishman glared angrily at Gerald's officious interruption.
They did imagine it, I know; for by and by Miss Pollingray whispered: 'Les absents n'auront pas tort, cette fois, n'est-ce-pas? 'And Mr. Pollingray was cruelly gentle: an air of 'I would not intrude on such emotions'; and I heightened their delusions as much as I could: there was no other way of accounting for my pantomime face. Why should he fancy I suffered so terribly?
Meanwhile the dialogue continued. "Vous êtes d'Alsace, n'est-ce-pas?" asked the Frenchman, kindly supposing that Mike's French savored of Strasburg. "Oh, blessed Virgin! av I might shoot him," was the muttered reply. Before I had time to see the effect of the last speech, I pressed forward with a bold spring, and felled the Frenchman to the earth.
"Ah, but if you see a little boy what can walk over the roof of the house, you want the same to do it, n'est-ce-pas?" cried Marie. "You try, and try, and when you cannot jump, you think that not a so nize little boy as when his legs were short. So boy, so dog. Coquelicot, all his life he want to jump like Monsieur George, and all his life he cannot jump at all.
The little Frenchman across the narrow lane of water dividing the ships, chattered excuses, all sympathy and shrugged shoulders. "Ah, I so grieve. Pain! pain! terrible, n'est-ce-pas? But what would you, my Captain? It is no fault of mine. The Emperor's orders. 'I trust you, my Commodore, says he. 'Coute que coute. "Emperor! about as much a h'Emperor as you are Commodore!
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