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The appeal died in a little choke, and the morsel of handkerchief pressed to her mouth showed a spot of crimson, but Celeste was already there, putting Alexina aside. "You can ring fo' lil' ice yonder," she told the girl jealously. "Then, efen I were lil' missy, I'd go in there that one is yo' room an' I'd shet my do'h. When it's over with, p'tite won't want fo' you to have been in heah."
I could see that the child was putting on all her little airs to attract his attention; now the long lashes swept the cheeks, now they were raised suddenly, disclosing the unexpected blue eyes: the little moccasined feet must be warmed on the fender, the braids must be swept back with an impatient movement of the hand and shoulder, and now and then there was a coquettish arch of the red lips, less than a pout, what she herself would have called 'une p'tite moue. Our surgeon watched this pantomime unmoved.
So he speak to Florian and say he want marry P'tite Louison, and he say, of course, that he is not marry and he have money. But he is a Protestan', and the Cure at first ver' mad, bagosh! "But at las' when he give a hunder' dollars to the Church, the Cure say yes. All happy that way for while.
Saviour with Babiche and all the mails, and that most wonderful letter of the governor's." "The letter was to tell a factor that his sick child in the hospital at Quebec was well," the governor responded quietly. "Who was 'Ma p'tite Corinne, Pierre?" "His wife in heaven; and his child on the Chaudiere, m'sieu'. The child came and the mother went on the same day of the Great Birth.
And there was Patrick, sitting on the door-step, smoking his pipe in the cool of the day. Yes; and there, on a many-coloured counterpane spread beside him, an infant joy of the house of Mullarkey was sucking her thumb, while her father was humming the words of an old slumber-song: Sainte Marguerite, Veillez ma petite! Endormez ma p'tite enfant Jusqu'a l'age de quinze ans!
And she lifted her head, and glanced at my mother, with a level and proud look. "I think I have met this Mr. Hunter," said she, smiling curiously. "And if that is true, your hope is realized, p'tite Madame. I shan't." Almost up to Christmas the weather had been so mild and warm that folks lived out of doors.
Long skirts! Put up hair! Great Scott, will you listen to the kid!" scoffed Laurence. "You everlasting little silly, you! P'tite Madame, these cakes are certainly all to the good. May I have another two or three, please!" "I'm 'most thirteen years old, Laurence Mayne," said Mary Virginia, with dignity. "You're only seventeen, so you don't need to give yourself such hateful airs.
Her eyes had been following the group of horsemen on the plains. She again fixed them on Pierre, and stood up. "It is a beautiful legend that," she said. "But? but?" he asked. She would not answer him. "You will come again," she said; "you will help me?" "Surely, p'tite Lucille, surely, I will come. But to help ah, that would sound funny to the Missionary at the Fort and to others!"
"Sapre! that P'tite Louison get pale like snow, and we all stan' roun' her close and say to her quick, 'Courage, P'tite Louison! M'sieu' Hadrian then look at the priest and say: 'No, M'sieu', I was married ten years ago; my wife drink and go wrong, and I get divorce. I am free like the wind. "'You are not free, the Cure say quick. 'Once married, married till death.
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