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Updated: June 12, 2025
If you're going to Fort O'Battle because you've set your fancy there, you'd better go back now. That's straight. You and I can't sail in the same boat. I'll go alone, so give me the pistol." Pierre laughed softly, and waved the hand back. "T'sh! What a high-cock-a-lorum! You want to do it all yourself to fill the eye of the girl alone, and be tucked away to By-by for your pains mais, quelle folie!
There were some surveying-instruments, too, and in the momentary relaxation of suspense the elder of the brothers consulted a compass, as he had done more than once that day. "I thought I heard something," said the boy, shouldering his rifle and turning westward, "but I couldn't say what." "Ah, quelle barbarie!" exclaimed the woman, with a sigh, half petulance, half relief.
"Mais, chere et excellente amie, dans quelle inquietude..." Stepan Trofimovitch exclaimed in a dying voice. "Ach! French! French! I can see at once that it's the highest society," cried Marya Timofyevna, clapping her hands, ecstatically preparing herself to listen to a conversation in French. Varvara Petrovna stared at her almost in dismay. We all sat in silence, waiting to see how it would end.
The old French officer smiled, and whispering in my ear, opened a door of knowledge which I had no idea of. Good God! said I, turning pale with astonishment is it possible, that a people so smit with sentiment should at the same time be so unclean, and so unlike themselves, Quelle grossierte! added I.
"MON Dieu, ma fille," says Madame de Sevigné in one of her letters to Mad. de Grignan, "que vous avez raison d'etre fatiguée de cette Montagne de Rochepot! je la hais comme la mort; que de cahots, et quelle cruauté qu'au mois de Janvier les chemins de Bourgogne soient impracticables!"
C'est charmant!" said the mother, with a smile, faithfully repeated by the daughter. "Don't you think so, Lise? it's just the thing for you. Painted as Pysche! Quelle idée délicieuse! But what a picture! Quite a Correggio! I have heard and read much about you, but I had not the least idea of your talent." "What the deuce am I to do with them?" thought the artist.
He has exerted himself much for the families of the unfortunate deportes to Cayenne." Then he added, laughing, "A mechanic, one of my model sitters, was dilating upon his goodness 'What a man! what sublime virtue! how is he beloved! Could I live to see his funeral! Quelle spectacle! Quelle grande emotion!" At tea, Madame M. commented on the manners of a certain English lady of our acquaintance.
If the young man is wounded, he kisses him with transport, extols his bravery, puts him into the hands of the surgeon, and visits him with great tenderness every day, until he is cured. If he is killed on the spot, he shrugs up his shoulders says, quelle dommage! c'etoit un amiable enfant! ah, patience! What pity! he was a fine Boy! It can't be helpt! and in three hours the defunct is forgotten.
Aldegonde's affection, I find continual matter to suspect it inclined to a peace, and that as one notably prejudging our scope and proceeding in this cause, doth lie in wait for an occasion to set it forward, being, as it seems, fed with a hope of 'telle quelle liberte de conscience, which the Prince of Parma and others of his council have, as he confesseth, earnestly solicited at the King's hands.
But a further blow awaits him; and it is not till Pylades informs him of the death of Hermione, that the horrors of madness begin to seize on his mind. D'ou-vient que je frissonne. Quelle horreur me saisit?" and at once a shriek, dreadful beyond all description, announces the destruction of reason, and the agonies of madness.
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