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Updated: May 29, 2025
"Let's have some hors d'oeuvre while we are waiting." The waitress brought a collection of boat-shaped plates of red salads and yellow salads and green salads and two little wooden tubs with herrings and anchovies. Henslowe stopped her as she was going, saying: "Rien de plus?" The waitress contemplated the array with a tragic air, her arms folded over her ample bosom.
The dragoman pointed out to him the terrible weather they had experienced, and how glad he had been to find shelter in Laghouat. "Oui, Sidna, vous êtes maintenant au comble de regrets, mats pour rien au monde vous n'auriez fait ces étapes vers le sud."
On the wall was a sign in Latin and French "Unhappy the spirit which worries about the future," a facetious warning that any one who loafed there longer than three minutes was likely to be killed, and the following artistic creed from "La Fontaine:" "Ne for fans point noire talent. Nous ne ferions rien avec grace. Jamais un lourdaud quoiqu'il fosse, ne saurait passer pour gallant."
Certain it is, such sacrifice and devotion is the most pleasing proof of an admirer's passion; and, Voyez-moi plus souvent, et ne me donnez rien, is one of my favourite maxims. A man may give money, because he is profuse; he may be violently fond, because he is of a sanguine constitution. But, if he gives me his time, he gives me an unquestionable proof of my being in full possession of his heart.
As a witness to fact, Matthew ranks below Mark, and even below Luke. In particular, the chapters about the birth of Christ seem not to have the slightest historical foundation. Of this part of the Gospel, Loisy says, 'rien n'est plus arbitraire comme exégèse, ni plus faible comme narration fictive. Luke has taken more pains to compose a literary treatise than Mark or Matthew.
Then, after a pause of ten seconds: "Le jeu est fait, messien." Then, after two seconds: "Rien ne va plus." Then mumble mumble mumble. Then, "La' Rouge perd et couleur," or whatever might be the result.
I asked if she wore it before the Queen; I was told yes. Je ne comprens rien a cela. The whole behaviour of the Queen, in her present wretched, humiliated state, is touchante et interessante au dernier point. Elle ne rit, que quand elle ne songe pas a ses malheurs. But now, four les Evangiles du jour. I had a letter from Warner this morning before I left Richmond, dated last Thursday night.
"Ah, madame," said the Prince Champvilliers, of Palais Royale, corner of Seventy-third Street, "as Montesquiaux says, 'Rien de plus bon tutti frutti' Youth seems your inheritance. You are to-night the most beautiful, the wittiest in your own salon. I can scarce believe my own senses, when I remember that thirty-one years ago you " "Saw it off!" says the Duchess peremptorily.
In each of the sixty-three books there is a page headed "Domremi," but under that name not a figure appears. Where the figures should be, there are three words written; and the same words have been written every year for all these years; yes, it is a blank page, with always those grateful words lettered across the face of it a touching memorial. Thus: DOMREMI | | | | RIEN LA PUCELLE
To a stranger Madame Wolsky might have appeared almost indifferent; but there had come two spots of red on her cheeks, and the hand with which she raked up the money trembled. The words rang out, "Faites vos jeux, Messieurs, Mesdames." Then, "Le jeu est fait! Rien ne va plus!" The luck suddenly turned against Anna. She looked up, and found Sylvia's eyes fixed on her.
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