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"Yes; but in the mean while you may get killed; and then of what service will your claim to a pension be?" "N'ayez pas peur, Madame Je me menagerai bien on ne se bat pas pour ces gueux la comme pour son Roi."* * "No fear of that, Madam I'll take good care of myself: a man does not fight for such beggarly rascals as these as he would for his King."
Thus "the best society" that would have politely frozen out of its parlors the Chevalier Bayard, sans peur et sans reproche, had he not appeared in the latest style, with golden fame rather than golden spurs, welcomed Mr. Van Dam.
Mignard the painter, Girardon, sculptor, whose monument to Richelieu in the church of the Sorbonne will not fail to be visited by English travellers, and of the famous painter on glass, Linard Gonthier, who had engraved on his tomb that he awaited the Last Day, "Sans peur d'etre ecrase."
Harold Smith is sans peur; eh, my dear?" "I must confess that you have contrived to be uncommonly severe upon them both," said Mrs. Harold, laughing; "and as regards poor Harold, most undeservedly so: Nathaniel is here, and may defend himself." "And no one is better able to do so on all occasions. But, my dear Mr. Sowerby, I am dying of despair. Do you think he'll come?" "He? who?"
The words of a song, sung carelessly in a clear, girlish voice, came to us from beyond. "Je voudrais bien me marier, Je voudrais bien me marier, Mais j'ai qrand' peur de me tromper: Mais j'ai grand' peur de me tromper: Ils sont si malhonnetes! Ma luron, ma lurette, Ils sont si malhonnetes! Ma luron, ma lure." "We have come at the very zenith of opportunity," I whispered. "Hush!" he said.
So Mam'selle Rosalie wiped away her tears, and Madame Desjardins smoothed her ruffled feathers, and Monsieur Philomène warbled a plaintive little ditty in which "coeur" rhymed to "peur" and "amours" to "toujours" and "le sort" to "la mort" in quite the usual way; so giving great satisfaction to all present, but most, perhaps, to himself.
"Certainly," he said: "I found him bullying you and gave him a good punishing for it." "Is that all you remember?" "Yes," he replied, honestly. "Wasn't that all?" "Quite!" she smiled, her eyes half closed. "Except that I went home immediately afterward." "Naturally," said Eugene. "My step-brother wasn't very much chevalier sans peur et sans reproche!
On some such night as this she remembered promising to herself to live as brave and noble a life as any heroine she ever read or heard of in romance, a life sans peur et sans reproche; it had seemed to her then that she had only to will, and such a life would be accomplished. And now she had learnt that not only to will, but also to pray, was a necessary condition in the truly heroic.
Provence was part of the German Empire, so was Burgundy; Anjou, Normandy, and Brittany were almost independent, though owning a sort of allegiance to the king who reigned at Paris. Richard, called the Good, son of Richard Sans Peur, does not seem to have been in all respects equal to his father, nor did much that is worthy of note occur in his time.
Upon appealing to Miler, who was covered with ice, his answer was, "N'ayez pas peur, monsieur; n'ayez pas peur."
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