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'Pardonnez-moi, monsieur le commandant, mais c'est pour monsieur, said the Colonel: 'Monsieur has not yet heard the circumstance, and is good enough to feel an interest. Presently after, however, he began to lose the thread of his narrative; and at last: 'Que que j'ai?
He looked disappointed and surprised, but taking my hand he kissed it, then stepping back saluted and said: "Pardonnez-moi, mademoiselle." My second adventure occurred on my way back to England. After a little correspondence, my mother allowed me to take Frau von Mach with me to Berlin to hear the Ring der Nibelungen.
Now you go, M'sieu McCullough! . . . out of ze ward right-away! . . . Vat you say vat you do I do not know, but you 'ave excite 'im 'orrible! . . . Oh, pardonnez-moi, Docteur!" she ejaculated, as she bumped into that gentleman in the corridor. "Hullo!" said the latter inquiringly, as he remarked the little nurse's flushed, angry face. "What's up, Sister Marthe?"
Having a sincere affection for life, and not being like Portia 'aweary of this great world, I consider it my duty to take all due precautions, and therefore pardonnez-moi for tasting the toffy."
"Then I am wrong, after all," said I to myself. "Has she a husband, Sir?" "Pardonnez-moi, elle est veuve, mais elle a un petit garçon de cinq ans, beau comme un ange." "That is her," said I again, reviving. "Is she a Frenchwoman?" "Du tout, Monsieur, elle est une de vos compatriottes; c'est un fort joli exemplaire."
"Pardonnez-moi, monsieur," said Poopoo, as the auctioneer descended his pedestal, "you shall excusez-moi, if I shall go to votre bureau, your counting-house, ver quick to make every ting sure wid respec to de lot vid de valuarble vatare privalege. Von leetle bird in de hand he vorth two in de tree, c'est vrai eh?" "Certainly, sir." "Vell den, allons."
I've never gone by this trail." Bulrush shook his head reprovingly. "It's too long a journey for you to take after your knock-out. You're not fit to travel yet. I don't like it a bit. Lydia said this morning it was a crime against yourself, going off like this, and " "Lydia? oh yes, pardonnez-moi, m'sieu'! I did not know her name was Lydia." "I didn't either till after we were engaged."
On the very last day he began again his eternal story of the Cross and the Emperor. The Major, who was particularly ill, or at least particularly cross, uttered some angry words of protest. "Pardonnez-moi, monsieur le commandant, mais c'est pour monsieur," said the Colonel; "monsieur has not yet heard the circumstance, and is good enough to feel an interest."
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