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The ground was soaking with moisture, but oh, the freshness, the sweetness, the delightful earthiness of the scent which greeted their nostrils! "Mff!" cried Nan, opening her mouth wide to draw in deep breaths. "Ouf!" gasped Agatha rapturously. "Do my eyes deceive me? Has it actually stopped raining?" cried Christabel elegantly; and Jim executed a jig of triumph on the doorstep.
"Oh! but you think of me sometimes, I suppose," said Jacqueline, softly, "for I share your time with him." "I think of you to blame you for taking me away from the fifteenth century," replied Hubert Marien, half seriously. "Ouf! There! it is done at last. That dimple I never could manage I have got in for better or for worse. Now you may fly off. I set you at liberty you poor little thing!"
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.
"Oh! but you think of me sometimes, I suppose," said Jacqueline, softly, "for I share your time with him." "I think of you to blame you for taking me away from the fifteenth century," replied Hubert Marien, half seriously. "Ouf! There! it is done at last. That dimple I never could manage I have got in for better or for worse. Now you may fly off. I set you at liberty you poor little thing!"
"Ouf!" interrupted Cigarette, before his phrase was one-third finished. "The stalled mare will not go with the wild coursers; an aristocrat may live with us, but he will always cling to his old order. This is the story that runs with the roses.
And little Chapron, I know him, too; he has one of those stubborn natures, which would allow their breasts to be pierced without saying 'Ouf! And 'amour propre'. He has good soldier's blood in his veins, that child, notwithstanding the mixture. And with that mixture, do you not see what a hero the first of the three Dumas, the mulatto general, has been?.... Yes.
And little Chapron, I know him, too; he has one of those stubborn natures, which would allow their breasts to be pierced without saying 'Ouf! And 'amour propre'. He has good soldier's blood in his veins, that child, notwithstanding the mixture. And with that mixture, do you not see what a hero the first of the three Dumas, the mulatto general, has been?.... Yes.
I have told Madame Beck I dare not deliver it, and she says I am to charge you with it." "Me? No, that is rather too bad! It is not in my line of duty. Come, come, Rosine! bear your own burden. Be brave charge once more!" "I, Mademoiselle? impossible! Five times I have crossed him this day. Madame must really hire a gendarme for this service. Ouf! Je n'en puis plus!" "Bah! you are only a coward.
He was very amused and contented with his passenger in the compartment numbers 11 and 12. He took the cap off his head and wiped the perspiration from his forehead. "Ouf! It is hot to-night." He looked after Hillyard with a chuckle, and remarked to the controller, "This is a customer who does not like his little comforts to be disarranged!" The controller nodded contemptuously.
The four others, the burnisher, his wife, his sister-in-law and his little boy, stood about in a half-circle behind him, seeing to it that he did the work properly, giving orders as to how he should proceed. "Now, be sure you get everything out that's under there," said the burnisher. "Ouf! how it smells! They made a regular dump heap of it."
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