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The landlord offered a heavy, persuading smile. "An unguent? Is that what you mean an ointment?" "M'sieu'," said the applicant, with a not-to-be-deceived expression, "vous êtes astrologue magicien " "God forbid!" The landlord was grossly incredulous. "You godd one 'P'tit Albert." He dropped his forefinger upon an iron-clasped book on the table, whose title much use had effaced.
Henry Leroux of London on behalf of his wife, Mira Leroux, to the amount of a thousand pounds." "A thousand pounds really!" cried Dr. Cumberly, drawing his heavy brows together "as much as that?" "Certainly. It was for a thousand pounds," repeated Max, "and the whole of that amount had been drawn out." "The whole thousand?" "The whole thousand; nom d'un p'tit bonhomme! The whole thousand!
Vive la Canadienne Et ses jolis yeux doux, then received its consecration, and the light-hearted fellows kept step to c' était un p'tit bonhomme and
And at that, Carette's voice came, like a silver pipe, from some hidden place "Phil, mon p'tit, is that you? I'm here, but you mustn't come in. I'm in bed. I've got measles. Father's gone across to see Aunt Jeanne about it." "I was afraid you'd got drowned, or hurt, or something," I said. "If it's only measles " "Just that only measles, and it doesn't hurt the least bit."
Her words came to him sonorously as through a great open space. Then the great figure came suddenly across the flagged hall at him and seized his trembling hands. Some overpowering force moved with her and caught him. "On pourrait faire un p'tit tour ensemble, n'est-ce pas? Nous y allons cette nuit et il faut s'exercer un peu d'avance pour cela. Ilsé, Ilsé, viens donc ici. Viens vite!"
Let his skill and industry be never so great, he can do nothing unless LA BONNE CHANCE comes to him. I was once fishing on a fair little river, the P'tit Saguenay, with two excellent anglers and pleasant companions, H. E. G and C. S. D . They had done all that was humanly possible to secure good sport. The stream had been well preserved.
"Of the late Henrik Ericksen, as you say." He said no more for a moment and sat smoking and looking from face to face. Then: "That is the subject of my note, gentlemen," he added. "The other minutiae are of no immediate importance." "Non d'un p'tit bonhomme!" whispered Gaston Max. "I see!
Others who had come, and found that the stupor clung to her, had gone again. P'tit Maitre had been there, and with him Doctor Bonfils, who said that La Folle might die. But death had passed her by. The voice was very clear and steady with which she spoke to Tante Lizette, brewing her tisane there in a corner.
Without any knowledge of the situation of Mecca, Linda yet realized that it must be a very long journey to result from the mere touch of a dog. She didn't wonder at the restrained excitement of the "colored" people. The situation was reduced to a sub-acid argument between the Frenchwoman and the Begum; Madame couldn't exist without her "p'tit."
Felicia had told him, when she gave him the green sweater on his birthday, that a hug and kiss were knit in with each stitch of it, and that when he wore it he must think of her love holding him close. It held him close now; he could feel the smooth soft loop of her hair as she bent down to say good-night; he could hear her sing, "Do-do, p'tit frère." That was a good idea to sing!
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