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He took them up gaily, each on an arm, as he had done a hundred times, and tossed the children on to his shoulders, where they used to like to pull his yellow mustachios. He kissed the little hands and faces, and a moment after was gone. "Qu'as-tu?" says M. de Florac, meeting him going over the bridge to his own hotel. "Qu'as-tu, mon petit Claive? Est-ce qu'on vient de t'arracher une dent?"
Take the man unawares as he crested the rise; dirk him; one swift glimpse at the lugger and the doings in the creek; and then pelting home before the enemy had realised the situation and begun to shout. "Francois! Francois!" came an irritable voice. The climber stopped. "Qu'as-tu donc, mon Caporal?" "Nom d'un chien!" snapped the other. "Faut il me faire matelot?
Curiosity was now the dominant passion in that small but vivid countenance. "Est-ce toi qui l'a tue, beau soldat?" "Oui, ma mie," said Denys, as gruffly as ever he could, rightly deeming this would smack of supernatural puissance to owners of bell-like trebles. "C'est moi. Ca vaut une petite embrassade pas?" "Je crois ben. Aie! aie!" "Qu'as-tu?" "Ca pique! ca pique!"
Far away beyond that darkened room, beyond that fretful voice, she saw vividly a hot waste, hideous with holes and rusted wire and shapes of horror; and in the middle of it lay huddled up a little khaki-clad figure with the sun blazing fiercely in his unblinking eyes. And his very body was beyond the reach of man, even of the most lion-hearted. "Mais qu'as-tu, ma fille?" asked Aunt Morin.
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