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I stared at her, just to scare this bad female, from under my eyebrows. "Vous voyez," the Princess almost cried, "Vous voyez! Mon Dieu! Quel type horrible! J'ai peur de lui! C'est un dégénéré! il nous trahira!" She complimented me in this manner for a while, and then started to give me some silly instructions, how to get there, etc.
Miloradovich, who said he did not want to know anything about the commissariat affairs of his detachment, and could never be found when he was wanted that chevalier sans peur et sans reproche * as he styled himself who was fond of parleys with the French, sent envoys demanding their surrender, wasted time, and did not do what he was ordered to do. * Knight without fear and without reproach.
Enfin, voyez . . . Qu'est-ce que je voulais dire? Qu'est-ce que c'etait? Ah! je m'en souviens! . . . Salome! Non, venez plus pres de moi. J'ai peur que vous ne m'entendiez pas . . . Salome, vous connaissez mes paons blancs, mes beaux paons blancs, qui se promenent dans le jardin entre les myrtes et les grands cypres.
The disagreement growing out of the distribution of the spoil resulted in a war between the late allies; and it was in this wretched conflict that Bayard, chevalier sans peur et sans reproche, was sacrificed. Louis died in 1515, also without an heir; and so the crown passed to still another collateral branch of the main Capetian line.
A word of criticism of Captain Jack, her hero, her knight, sans peur et sans reproche and her loyal soul was aflame with passionate resentment. It so fell on an occasion when young Stillwell was a dinner guest at the Rectory.
Mon Dieu! mon Dieu! j'en ai peur; the wild Welsh blood of these Wynnes! And thy poor little nose how 't is swelled!" Not understanding her exclamations, Jack said as much, but she answered: "Oh, it is a fashion of speech we French have. I shall never be cured of it, I fear. This wild blood what will come of it?"
"On air," he answered, "for we saw you in New Orleans yesterday." "And why?" "Need you ask, Mademoiselle?" said the rogue, and then, with more effrontery than ever, he began to sing: "'Je voudrais bien me marier, Je voudrais bien me marier, Mais j'ai grand' peur de me tromper." She rose, her sewing falling to the ground, and took a few startled steps towards us.
Among the most prominent and talented of these was John Forsyth, Peter Early, George M. Troup, the man sans peur, sans reproche, Thomas W. Cobb, Stephen Upson, Duncan G. Campbell, the brother-in-law of Clarke, and personally and politically his friend, and who, from the purity of his character and elevated bearing, was respected, trusted, and beloved by all who knew him; Freeman Walker, John M. Dooly, Augustus Clayton, Stephen W. Harris, and Eli S. Sherter, perhaps mentally equal to any son of Georgia.
Thermometer at five P.M. 17 degrees centigrade. In 1840, the Tenth Chasseurs-a-Pied were commanded by Patrice de MacMahon, then a major and afterwards Marshal of France and Duc de Magenta, and whose name is remembered by the corps in their march song: "L' dixiem' batallion, Commandant Mac-Mahon, N'a pas peur du canon, Nom de nom!" The captured flag is of magenta colored silk, with a white St.
Nothing is so common to men as to fear to die and nothing more necessary, or men would soon cease to live. To fear death more than ignominy is the disgrace a truth which the French critic does not seem to have recognized when he twits the memory of Cicero with his scornful sneer. "J'ai peur."