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The storm of the day before that had drenched Cassy so abundantly, had been blown afar, blown from her forever. The sky in which a volcano had formed was remote and empty. "Ouf!" Cassy muttered in relief and muttered, too: "Now for the agent!" She had reached the corner. Just beyond was the subway. It would land her within two squares of the man's greasy office.
At last Fandor was off for his holiday! Not to risk losing his train, our journalist meant to dine at the Lyons railway station. "Ouf!" cried he, when he had succeeded in cramming his mass of garments sufficiently tight, and had then closed the portmanteau. Fandor uttered a sigh of satisfaction. This time there could be no doubt about his departure the thing was certain.
If all chance of finding lodgings here is lost, and mother remains with Lilly, as she sometimes seems more than half inclined, and Miriam goes to Linwood, as she frequently threatens, I believe I will take a notion, too, and go to Mrs. Brunot! I would rather be there, in all the uncertainty, expecting to be shelled or burnt out every hour, than here. Ouf! what a country!
If I were not veiled and robed in insulating material you could not endure my presence; and I am still a young woman: one hundred and seventy if you wish to know exactly. Unveil, madam. Disrobe. You will move this temple as easily as shake me. Stop. Help! I am dying. THE ORACLE. Do you still wish to consult an older person? NAPOLEON. No, no. The veil, the veil, I beg you. NAPOLEON. Ouf!
All at once he was startled to hear his name pronounced and to see before him, with his hand outstretched, as if he were asking alms, old General Vogotzine, who said to him, timidly: "Ah, my dear Prince, how glad I am to see you! I was breakfasting over there, and my accursed paper must have hidden me. Ouf! If you only knew! I am stifling!" "Why, what is the matter?" asked Andras. "Matter?
Her voice fairly lifted the roof; her great weight, hurled with such force, overturned everybody, and all of them tumbled in a heap, the rotund and solid dame sitting on top. "Ouf! not so impetuous, my dear," puffed M. Roussillon, freeing himself from her unpleasant pressure and scrambling to his feet. "Really you must have fared well in my absence, Madame, you are much heavier."
"Ouf!" said Truesdale, indifferently, discounting the magnificence. He had been to one ball at the British embassy in Rome, and to another at the Hotel de Ville in Paris, and did not expect to be impressed. He rather looked to find this coming occasion like the latter a heterogeneous assemblage of elements whose value was doubtful separately and not much greater collectively.
He took his bad luck with the utmost philosophy. "Ouf!" said he to his companion, when they had gone out into the street, and the cool, night air blew refreshingly upon his heated face, "here am I rid of my money, and a free man again. It is strange that it should always make such a brute of me. It surprises me no longer that rich men should invariably be such stupid fools.
"Ouf!" said the Friend of the Flag, with more expression in that single exclamation than could be put in a volume. "He does woman's deeds, does he? He has woman's hands, but they can fight, I fancy? Six Arabs to his own sword the other day in that skirmish! Superb!" "Sapristi! And what did he say, this droll, when he looked at them lying there? Just shrugged his shoulders and rode away.
Serge promised to come, and had imposed on Micheline the heavy task of accompanying him to Jeanne's. It was the first time since her return from Nice that she had entered the house of her husband's mistress. The concert was over, and a crowd of guests were coming from the large drawing-room to the boudoir and little drawing-room. "The symphony is over. Ouf!" said Savinien, yawning.
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