Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: June 10, 2025
His aged parents and a few friends wept around him; but there was one other watcher by his side, whose grief, although silent, surpassed theirs. It was his betrothed Pige, or sweetheart, Rosine Boerentzen she whose image had excited his heroism, she whose name was coupled with Denmark as his battle-cry.
Everywhere and always the same, the egotistical and amiable Maurice takes the lion's share, and Amedee, listening only with one ear to the large Margot, who is already begging him to make an acrostic for her, thinks Rosine is charming, while Maurice says a thousand foolish things to her.
They said that Granddaddy Thistletop and Rosine were so noisy all day that they couldn't sleep. "After the little owls hatched out it was worse than ever, for the old mother said that every time Rosine cooked the dinner it made the little owls sneeze, and so the fairies must go." "I wouldn't have gone," cried Teddy. "Oh, yes you would," said the beetle.
How sweet was this new desire that troubled the young man's heart! It was mixed with a little sentiment; his heart beat with emotion, and Rosine was not less moved. They could both find only insignificant things to say. "What a beautiful night!" "Yes! It does one good to breathe the fresh air." They continued their walk without speaking. Oh, how fresh and sweet it was under these trees!
To right and left of the ranks, a double line of jail-bird faces, along the curbstone, ready to insult any absent-minded passer-by who failed to salute the colours. Rosine was startled to see her father fall into step at the end of the line, bare-headed, singing and talking aloud. He drew his daughter along by the arm, without noticing the nervous fingers that tried to hold him back.
Before the young man could find a reply, the bell pealed again, and Rosine gave Amedee a parting smile, lightly kissing the tips of her fingers, and disappeared behind the doer, which fell together, with a loud bang. The poet's first movements was one of rage. Giddy weather-cock of a woman!
"Well, Mademoiselle Rosine, come here, that I may see you," continued Maurice, seating the young girl beside him with a caressing gesture. "You, Margot, I authorize to be unfaithful to me once more in favor of my friend Amedee. He is suffering with lovesickness, and has a heart to let. Although he is a poet, I think he happens to have in his pocket enough to pay for a supper."
John briefly, but with no, sort of hauteur: he seemed quite to understand the Rosine or grisette character. "Mais enfin," continued she, nothing abashed, "monsieur knew it was thrown, since be came to seek it how did he know?" "I was attending a little patient in the college near," said he, "and saw it dropped out of his chamber window, and so came to pick it up."
Louise was now seventeen years old, thin, without color, and with a lank figure; decidedly far from pretty. People, in speaking of her, began to say, "She has beautiful eyes and is an excellent musician." Her sister Maria was twelve years old and a perfect little rosebud. As to the neighbor's little girl, Rosine Combarieu, she had disappeared.
Everywhere and always the same, the egotistical and amiable Maurice takes the lion's share, and Amedee, listening only with one ear to the large Margot, who is already begging him to make an acrostic for her, thinks Rosine is charming, while Maurice says a thousand foolish things to her.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking