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Among the awkward expressions she often used, but which in her graceful mouth were not without a certain charm, the one which struck me especially, because it often recurred, was this: "Napoleon qu'est ce que veux-to?"
"Nannin, ma'm'selle, 'tis plain to be seen you can't guess what a cornfield grows besides red poppies." Laughing in sheer delight at the mystery she was making, she broke off again into a whimsical nursery rhyme: "'Coquelicot, j'ai mal au de Coquelicot, qu'est qui l'a fait? Coquelicot, ch'tai mon valet." She kicked off the red slipper again.
If she lived, Marie would one day be selling fried potatoes on the streets. And this decadence was it her fault? Octave would say: "Qu'est ce que cela peut nous faire, une fille plus ou moins fichue ... si je pouvais reussir un peu dans ce sacre metier!" This was how he talked, but he thought more profoundly in his painting; his picture of her was something more than mere sarcasm.
There I should be immediately asked: 'Mais qu'est ce que c'est donc que ce petit Sapajou que vous avez embrasse si tendrement? Pour cela, l'accolade a ete charmante'; with a great deal more festivity of that sort.
Also it was likely to make people hysterical. Therefore when Arithelli woke at six o'clock in the morning, and sat up panting, with a hand at her left side, he elevated both shoulders and eyebrows. "Qu'est ce-qu vous avez donc? You're all right now." He knew perfectly well that there was no pretence of illness. The strained eyes, the blue shadows round the mouth told their own tale.
"Qu'est ce qu'il y a, mon ami?" said Madame de Fontanges, rising hastily and running up to her husband. Monsieur de Fontanges answered by putting the governor's letter into his wife's hands. "Ah! les barbares!" cried Madame de Fontanges, "est il possible? Pauvre Monsieur Nutong! on l'amene au cachot." "Au cachot!" cried all the coloured girls at a breath, and bursting into tears "oh ciel!"
Turgénieff, according to Mr. George Moore, complained of Zola's Gervaise Coupeau, that Zola explained how she felt, never what she thought. "Qu'est que ça me fait si elle suait sous les bras, ou au milieu du dos?" he asked, with most pertinent penetration. He is quite right. Really we only care for facts when they explain truths.
La Fontaine continued: "Ah, que Marianne a de beautes, de graces, et de charmes; Elle sait enchanter et l'esprit et les yeux; Mortels, aimez-la tous! mais ce n'est qu'a des dieux, Qu'est reserve l'honneur de lui rendre les armes!" "Do you, then, desert and go over to my enemies?" asked the duchess, reproachfully. "I!" exclaimed La Fontaine, rising to his feet. "Who could so calumniate me?"
There I should be immediately asked: 'Mais qu'est ce que c'est donc que ce petit Sapajou que vous avez embrasse si tendrement? Pour cela, l'accolade a ete charmante'; with a great deal more festivity of that sort.
One night while, I was asleep, she suddenly threw herself upon me, and exclaimed in great alarm, "Oh! mon Dieu! mon Dieu! Qu'est que ca?" Oh, my God! my God! What is that? I jumped up and looked about the room, but saw nothing, and endeavoured to convince her that there was nothing extraordinary there. But she insisted that a ghost had come and held her bed-curtain, so that she could not draw it.
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