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Eh bien, Monsieur, you guess the rest: she has taken a caprice for me, and this very night she will admit me to her apartment. She is very handsome, Ah qu'elle est belle, une jolie petite bouche, une denture eblouissante, un nez tout afait grec, in fine, quite a bouton de rose." I expressed my envy at Monsieur Margot's good fortune, and when he had sufficiently dilated upon it, he withdrew.

"It reminds me of a verse I read," and drawing a small volume from his pocket he turned the pages quickly. "Ah, here it is," and he marked some lines with a pencil. "There!" Alice took the volume and began to read in a low voice: "Je n'aimais qu'elle au monde, et vivre un jour sans elle Me semblait un destin plus affreux que la mort.

"Parce qu'elle etait ma mere!" he replied, and laughed immoderately, until such a fit of coughing set in that I thought there would not be a button left on him. When he had finished exploding he said, "Did you understand the 'choke'?" If I had not understood the "choke," I understood the choking, and I thought any more jokes like this would be the end of him then and there.

", monsieur," tried the black-eyed dame of the auberge, leaning over the rail of the verandah, as he passed: "ou donc est madame? Est-ce qu'elle ne revient pas?" "Madame est partie," said Alan continuing his walk without turning round. The aubergiste looked after him in amaze. Where could madame have gone?

He read its angular scrawl. "I wish never to see you again. Never! Never! Never!" A sulphur-yellow inquisitor, of a more insinuating manner than the former participant in their conversation, who had been examining the message on his own account, flew to the top of the cliff. "Qu'est-ce qu'elle dit? Qu'est-ce qu'elle dit?" he demanded.

'T is seemingly the opinion of Nordau that, after the first flush of youth, we do but play "The Comedy of Sentiment," feigning and making believe to recapture That first lyric rapture. And his friend Auguste Dietrich writes: Se faire vivement desirer et paraitre refuser alors ce qu'elle brule d'accorder ... voila la comedie que de tout temps ont jouee les femmes.

Her beauty, which was quite phenomenal, soon became the subject of poetry. Voltaire wrote: "De perles, d'astres et de fleurs, Bourbon, le ciel fit tes couleurs, Et mit dedans tout ce mélange L'esprit d'un ange! L'on jugerait par la blancheur De Bourbon, et par sa fraicheur, Qu'elle a prit naissance des lis."

C'est par la qu'elle perira, parce que le mal est sans remede et s'aggrave chaque jour. Loi generale d'ailleurs. C'est par les finances que perissent les gouvernements definitivement condamnes: temoin l'ancien regime. Cette mort-la est sans resurrection. Le caractere nouveau de la periode electorale qui s'est ouverte pratiquement depuis quelques mois est le reveil des Conservateurs.

Tous ceux que j'ai consultés par la suite m'ont cependant assuré qu'elle était coupable. Voyage en Sibérie, i. 227. Lord Kames says: 'Of whatever indiscretion she might have been guilty, the sweetness of her countenance and her composure left not in the spectators the slightest suspicion of guilt. She was cruelly knouted, her tongue was cut out, and she was banished to Siberia.

La France s'appauvrit parce qu'elle perd en impots improductifs une partie de son epargne, parce que ses fils travaillent moins, depensent plus et boivent davantage, parce qu'ils demandent des salaires trop eleves, et parce que la concurrence allemande, americaine, italienne, anglaise, nous ferme peu a peu tous les marches, et enfin parce que le phylloxera ruine la moitie du pays.

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