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The Medecin I have named, and who is well known in Belleville and Montmartre as the Medecin des Pauvres, confesses that he belonged to the secret society organised by Lebeau; that the disguise the Vicomte assumed was so complete, that he should not have recognised his identity with the conspirator but for an accident.
But you will be told that in our Russia, which has grown so poor in men of character, one man had the courage to stand up and, in spite of deadly menaces showered on him from all sides, to tell the fools the truth, that is, that they are fools. Oh, ce sont des pauvres petits vauriens et rien de plus, des petits fools voild le mot!
"They're somewhat better than Spaniards, that's all I can say in their favour!" As the boat drew near, the party on the raft pointed to their lips. "Water! Water!" they gasped out. By this time, no one could speak with clearness. Even Jack Windy, who was the strongest, could scarcely stand upright on the raft. "Oh! Pauvres garcons! Vite! Vite!" Mr Collinson understood the words.
While devoid of sympathy, she had a sufficiency of rational benevolence: she would give in the readiest manner to people she had never seen rather, however, to classes than to individuals. "Pour les pauvres," she opened her purse freely against the poor man, as a rule, she kept it closed.
It was she who had restored the church; it was she who had established and furnished a complete dispensary at the vicarage under the care of Pauline, the Cure's servant; it was she who, twice a week, in her great barouche, all crowded with little children's clothes and thick woolen petticoats, came to fetch the Abbe Constantin to make with him what she called 'la chasse aux pauvres'.
She looked round her for a moment, bewildered by the sudden change from the bright sunlit street to the shadowed aisle. Then she suddenly espied what she had come to seek. Close to where she stood an alms-box clamped to the stone wall had written upon it the familiar legend, "Pour les Pauvres."
"Quant a mes pauvres enfants, je suis desole de les savoir malades, mais ta lettre m'encourage a esperer qu'ils sont en bonne voie de convalescence. Tu as du avoir un temps difficile a passer ainsi tout seule: chere petite femme, je crois que si j'y avais ete c'eut ete plus facile pour toi: les enfants de mon ami Pearce sont egalement malades de la scarlatine.
The man was shocked at what he saw, the dead bodies, as he thought, of Bob and Dick lying across each other on the floor of the little cabin, half in and half out of which the boys were exposed to his view at the first glance. "Pauvres garcons!" he cried in a husky voice, wiping away a tear that sprang unbidden to his eye, with the characteristic ready emotional sympathy of his countrymen.
Les pauvres bons gens! they seem a little surprised when Henry receives them smilingly, begs them to construe the Latin, gives them good wine, and sends them back to London with faces half the length they were on their arrival. Mais voici, Monsieur, le fermier philosophe!" * She was brought up at St. Cyr.
Cigarette blew a contemptuous puff of smoke. "There was never one yet that did not growl! Pauvres diables! If they don't use their tusks, they sit and sulk! an Englishman is always boxing or grumbling the two make up his life."
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