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The east held a troop of small clouds red as flamingoes flying against a shining sky; last traces of our tempest. We stood on the porch together to survey an unfamiliar scene in the rosy light. Water overlay lawns and paths, so the house stood in a wide, shallow lake whose ripples lapped around the white cement steps and the pillars of the porte-cochère.
Courage, sir! We are about to execute a turning movement; but you look like a Russian general on his way to the south front." Harren managed to laugh; they went out, side by side, descended the elevator, and found a cab at the porte-cochère. Mr. Keen gave the directions and followed the Captain into the cab.
Let me enjoy my dinner and this visit." "I can't help it," Mrs. P. retorted with asperity. She pointed to Shirley Sumner's car parked under the porte-cochere. "If I had a sedan like that, I could die happy. And it only cost thirty-two hundred and fifty dollars." "I paid six hundred and fifty for the rattletrap, and I couldn't afford that," he almost whimpered.
Any submission to get out of their hands; and then heaven and earth he would move to unearth and hunt them down. Suddenly they drove round a corner of a vast white building, and under a porte-cochère. Chief-Justice Twofold The Judge found himself in a corridor lighted with dingy oil lamps, the walls of bare stone; it looked like a passage in a prison.
Ionesco one evening in Bucarest a porte-cochere opening into a big stone city house, an anteroom with a political secretary and several lieutenants, and presently a quiet, richly furnished library, and Mr. Ionesco himself, a polished gentleman of continental type, full of animation and sophisticated charm, bowing from behind a heavy library table.
Cyrus Browett, in whose keeping was the very ark of the money covenant, alighted from his coupé under the porte-cochère of candied Gothic and humbly took seat in his pew like a mere worshipper of God. As such a man among men the young rector looked calmly down upon him, letting him sink into the crowd-entity which always became subject to him.
Early one morning, about eight years after these high resolves, Louis de Camors rode out from the 'porte-cochere' of the small hotel he had occupied with his father. Nothing could be gayer than Paris was that morning, at that charming golden hour of the day when the world seems peopled only with good and generous spirits who love one another.
The mayor of Marion walked into view. The columns of the porte-cochère were supported on a broad base, and he climbed up and was elevated in the radiance high above their heads. He smiled hospitably. "Boys, it's open house, and the house is yours. Hope you like its looks! But what's the big idea of the surprise party?" No one took it on himself to reply. He waited tolerantly.
A single man may now be comfortably lodged here, in a private house with a porte-cochere, at from 5 to 8 louis per month; and a small family may be well accommodated, in that respect, at from 12 to 16 louis.
We seemed to be expected at the house. Hardly had we been admitted through the door from the porte-cochere, than we were led through a hall to a library at the side of the house.
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