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I have the means here," and he tapped his pocket, "I have the means here to set me on my feet again, Madame." He spoke with a note of triumph, and Madame took a curious step towards him. "Qu'est-ce-que c'est, Monsieur Auguste?" she inquired. He drew something that glittered from his pocket and beckoned to her to follow him down the room, which she did with alacrity.

I think she must be of Spanish descent. She's so quiet, so religious, and has a very dark complexion. And yet wonderful light blue eyes. 'Quelle histoire! Qu'est-ce-que ca fait? 'The poor girl is mad about Aylmer. He doesn't seem to know it, but he makes her worse by his indifference, Edith said. 'Why aren't you jealous of her, ma chere? No, I won't ask you that the answer is obvious.

"Bien, Madame, qu'est-ce-que je vous ai dit?" demanded the Abbé, turning to me in triumph. He then repeated his story, and I was able to certify that he had already mentioned it to me on my arrival. The following day I took my leave of Lady Caithness, with a happy remembrance of her and her great kindness and hospitality to me during this pleasant week.

"Dites-moi qu'est-ce-que ce terrible classique notte? Dites!" No one seemed prepared to answer Mademoiselle's challenge.

I have the means here," and he tapped his pocket, "I have the means here to set me on my feet again, Madame." He spoke with a note of triumph, and Madame took a curious step towards him. "Qu'est-ce-que c'est, Monsieur Auguste?" she inquired. He drew something that glittered from his pocket and beckoned to her to follow him down the room, which she did with alacrity.

The sole decoration of the apartment was a highly-coloured chart that we had noticed on the walls of all the other schoolrooms. Feeling that this must be a sacred relic, and that it probably illustrated some of the Pestalozzian foundation principles, I walked up to it reverently, "Qu'est-ce-que c'est cela, Madame?" I inquired, rather puzzled by its appearance.

If it is a man, he need not put himself out; if it is a dame, tant pis pour elle, so much the worse for her." "It is not as you think. Let me tell you that Master Jock is in that room." "Qu'est-ce-que ça? Who the devil is Master Jock?" "What! have you never even heard of Master Jock?" "Ah, c'est fort. This is a little too strong.

"Qu'est-ce-que c'est!" vain attempt at gruffness. "Papa is goin' to town!" The unusual tidings were true.

Not if I could help it! They stood there, those soldiers, gaping, muttering among themselves, waiting, I thought, for an officer to tell them what to do. I took off my leather gloves, then my silk ones under them, and these I washed about in the oil under my feet. Then, as quietly as possible, I reached for my box of matches. "Qu'est-ce-que vous faites l

They were both of them about to become mothers, and if no one interfered, as soon as this accursed War was over their men would marry them. "But," said Vivie, "suppose your husband and these corporals are married already, in Germany?" "Qu'est-ce-que ça fait?" said Mme. Oudekens. "C'est si loin." By making these little concessions she had already saved her youngest son from deportation to Germany.