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Soon the dry dead wood was timidly ablaze, while Hamish led the horses to the water and picketed them out. Odalie's eyes followed the boy with a sort of belated yet painful anxiety, thinking how near he had been to parting with that stanch young spirit, and what a bereavement would have been the loss of that blithe element from their daily lives. "Quelle barbarie!" she exclaimed suddenly.
The last line is, "Quelle est donc cette femme?" et ne comprenda pas." "The music of that is not my father's best but you ask it, yes." Then she began, first playing after her own heart little dancing airs, gay and fantastic, and at last slid into a plaintive strain, and recited the accompaniment of rhythmic words.
Arlee spoke with a blithe assumption of humor. "I wish that I could extend the resources of my palace for you." "You must tell me about the palace. I shall want to picture it to my friends when I tell them about it. It's very old, isn't it? It must have seen a great deal of life." "Ah, yes, it has seen life and what life! Quelle vie!"
Ah, my friend, 'ow 'appy will be my good, kind friend when he return!" "You mean Mr Armstrong. Have you known him long?" asked Roger. "Pardieu! Ten, fifteen, twenty year; I know not how long. He is brother to me, your kind governor. He is to the pauvre pere a son, and to the petite Francoise ah! quelle est morte!"
'But one never sees her. 'That adds the charm of mystery, don't you feel? To think of that poor young exiled woman, after so grand a beginning, ending so desolately shut up alone in her mysterious castle! It's like a legend. 'Then you're not of her Court? 'I? Of her Court? Mais quelle idée! 'It was only a hypothesis. Of course, you know I'm devoured by curiosity.
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.
There was a flutter of excitement in the circle as the lady rose to take his arm, and a muttered sound of, "How very beautiful, quelle est belle, c'est un ange!" on all sides. I leaned forward to catch a glance as she passed; it was Lucy Dashwood.
The dentist, instead of doing his work deftly, bungled it, or else it was the fault of the patient's jaw. At any rate, the tooth broke off in the forceps, and the dentist had to confess to his patient that all the pain he had given her was useless. He had left in the root! "Ah, mademoiselle," he exclaimed, "quelle Tragédie!"
Quelle folie!" cried Mademoiselle Noemie, with a clear, shrill laugh. "You are a very young man. And how do you like my father?" "He is a very nice old gentleman. He never laughs at my blunders." "He is very comme il faut, my papa," said Mademoiselle Noemie, "and as honest as the day. Oh, an exceptional probity! You could trust him with millions." "Do you always obey him?" asked Newman.
'My beloved father thought you so unfit a companion for me that he dismissed you at an hour's notice, and I am very sure that my uncle will think as he did; you are not a fit companion for me, and had my uncle known what had passed he would never have admitted you to this house never! 'Helas! Quelle disgrace!
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