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In high delight the fair bride was skipping down the middle, while Monsieur Goupille, wiping his forehead with care, admired her agility; when, to and behold! the whiskered gentleman I have described abruptly advanced from his companion, and cried: "La voila! sacre tonnerre!"
The crowd made no sign, and raised no shout as the troops went by, and only looked on in sullen silence. In fact, the sole opinion I heard uttered was that of a French private, who formed one of the ring, and who remarked to his comrade that this duty of theirs was sacre nom de chien de metier, a remark in which I could not but coincide.
Seated apart from the others, he had seen the affair from a distance, as it were, and now stepped to the bed to lay his hand on Gale's shoulder. "Brace up, John! Sacré bleu! Your face look lak' flour. Come outside an' get li'l' air." "It will do you good, father," urged Necia. The trader silently rose, picked up his hat, and shambled out into the night behind the Frenchman.
"I do not know, Monsieur, except that her body is not upon the field yonder; but I will know before I leave, or give my life in the search. And if you really loved her as you professed to do, you would dream of nothing less." "Love her?" he echoed, his gaze upon the sand, now partially obscured in the descending twilight. "Sacre!
Muttering a "Sacre!" between his teeth, he set out at full speed, still swinging his rifle in his hand. I walked up to the top of a hill, and looking away over the prairie, could just distinguish the runaways, still at full gallop. Returning to the fire, I sat down at the foot of a tree. Wearily and anxiously hour after hour passed away.
Henceforth the walls of Sacre Coeur shall alone witness the sorrows of the unfortunate but grateful. "Eugenie." The letter was dated the day before. I knew that that was the birthday of the writer; in common parlance, the day on which she was "of age." "Poor Eugenie!" reflected I. "Her happiness has ended with her girlhood. Poor Eugenie!" The tears ran fast over my cheeks as I finished reading.
"Sacre! but I had forgotten the fellow. Ay! 'tis the best place for him. And are all provisions and arms aboard? You checked them, Le Claire?" "With care, Monsieur; I watched the stowing of each piece; there is nothing forgotten." "And the men?" "Four Indian paddlers to each boat, Monsieur, twenty soldiers, a priest, and the guide." "'Tis the tally.
John turned politician; what! thou all of a sudden to become a railer against the divine sex that made thee what thou art! Fly, fly, unhappy apostate, or expect the fate of Orpheus, at least!" "None of your raileries, Tarleton, or I shall speak to you of plebeians and the canaille!" "Sacre! my teeth are on edge already! Oh, the base, base canaille, how I loathe them!
I won her mother in a day, and nothing could stay us. God be thanked, you are a man and brave and clean. Enough of that! I place the brigade under your command! You must be responsible for it, for I am sending no other white the crew are Indians and mètis." "All right," agreed Ned Trent, indifferently. "My daughter you will take to Sacré Coeur at Quebec." "Virginia!" cried the young man.
At length we came to the aforesaid Cape Sacre, where we went on land; and the better to enioy the benefite of the place, and to ride in the harborow at our pleasure, we assailed the same castle, and three other strong holds, which we tooke some by force and some by surrender.
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