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When do you mean to sit down?" growled Sir Percival's voice beneath me. "Ouf! how hot it is!" said the Count, sighing and puffing wearily. His exclamation was followed by the scraping of the garden chairs on the tiled pavement under the verandah the welcome sound which told me they were going to sit close at the window as usual. So far the chance was mine.
If you have ever stood in a very hot greenhouse with the door shut, and wrestled with something above your head, you will know what I felt. We passed Aden yesterday and stopped for a few hours to coal. That was the limit. The sun beating down on the deck, the absence of the slightest breeze, coal-dust sifting into everything ouf! Aden's barren rocks reminded me rather of the Skye Coolin.
"It is not worth dispute the letter shall be destroyed when it comes into my hands." He rose, as he spoke, from the chair in which he had been sitting opposite to me up to this time. With one effort he appeared to free his mind from the whole pressure on it of the interview between us thus far. "Ouf!" he cried, stretching his arms luxuriously, "the skirmish was hot while it lasted.
"That is most fervently to be desired." Aline said "Ouf!" and went out by the window. He called after her, imperiously commanding her return. But Aline dutiful child closed her ears lest she must disobey him, and sped light-footed across the lawn to the avenue there to intercept the departing Andre-Louis. As he came forth wrapped in gloom, she stepped from the bordering trees into his path.
These things only require a little judgment; but some men, pardi! always are creeping when they should fly, and always are scampering when they should saunter; and then they wonder when they make fiasco! Bah!" And Cigarette laughed again. Men were such bunglers ouf! "Mademoiselle, if all soldiers were like you," answered the Major of Zouaves curtly, "to command a battalion would be paradise!"
In the antechamber, by the light of his electric lantern, he placed his hat and overcoat on one of the chairs, took a seat on another, and covered his heavy shoes with felt slippers. "Ouf! Here I am and how simple it was! I wonder why more people do not adopt the profitable and pleasant occupation of burglar. With a little care and reflection, it becomes a most delightful profession.
But I beg of you not to kill my pupil, Jacques Tournebroche." "Ouf!" exclaimed Catherine, arranging the lace of her chemise on her bosom. "Now I feel easier." "Abbe," replied M. d'Anquetil, "honour compels me to do it." But my kind-hearted tutor went on: "Sir, Jacques Tournebroche is very useful to me for the translation, I have undertaken, of Zosimus the Panopolitan.
Wickham was far less sumptuous. Beyond the customary band on his hat and a pair of black gloves conspicuously new, he had apparently made little expenditure on his costume. As Nora entered, Mrs. Wickham was pulling off her gloves. "How do yon do?" she said carelessly. "Ouf! Do put the blinds up, Miss Marsh. Really, we needn't be depressed any more. Jim, if you love me, take those gloves off.
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.
The débutante was overheard confiding, later in the evening, to a friend at the Gymnase, where she performed in the last act, ‘Ouf! I’m glad to get here. I‘ve been dining with a stupid old Senator.
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