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And sapristi! but there was a trial going on one to make the blood curdle; he himself had not slept, the rustic coachman added, as he shivered beneath his blouse, all the night before the blood had run so cold in his veins. The horse and the road were all the while going up the hill.
Mercedes straightened up quickly, her young, expressive face filled with a new passion, which struggled almost vainly for utterance through her lips. "Go back to dat man!" she panted. "Me? Sapristi! and you tink I do dat after Señor Brown ask me be hees vife! Blessed Mary! vat you tink I am? You tink I not feel, not care? I go back to dat Farnham? Eet vould not be, no! no!
Kneeling in the bottom of the boat, and supporting her by his grasp, he succeeded in making her raise herself, though her head still drooped. 'You want me to finish him in the boat? No answer. 'Is he an old man? Hortense shook her head faintly. 'My age? She nodded. 'Sapristi! it isn't so easy. 'He can't swim, said Hortense, without looking up; 'he he is lame.
"And what you say, Davy?" he asked. "The money would be good if you took it, sir," I said, not knowing what else to answer. "Sapristi!" exclaimed Monsieur Vigo, looking hard at me. "Who teach you that?" "No one, sir," said I, staring in my turn. "And if Congress lose, and not pay, where am I, mon petit maitre de la haute finance?" demanded Monsieur Vigo, with the palms of his hands outward.
Alice de Bréville, Tanrade, and myself, are dining to-night in one of these intime little rooms. The third to the left down the corridor. Sapristi! what a change in Tanrade.
"Ah! so eet vas you, señorita!" she exclaimed, her voice betraying her emotion, "you, who come so dis night. Sapristi! vy you follow me dis vay? By all de saints, I make you tell me dat! You vant him, too? You vant rob me of all thing?"
"In proportion as one loves powder, one has been a scoundrel, mon General," he murmured; "what the catalogue of your crimes must be!" The tough old campaigner laughed grimly; he took it as a high compliment. "Sapristi! The cardinal virtues don't send anybody, I guess, into African service. And yet, pardieu, I don't know. What fellows I have known!
"Sapristi!" imprecated Maryan, and immediately he laughed again. "And why? for what reason? Did he also believe in painted pots? I thought him modern." "Alas!" sighed Kranitski. They advanced in silence, passed the first story of the house. Maryan's bachelor chambers were on the second story. "My dear old man, I am sorry for you, enormously sorry," began young Darvid again.
They had started off running, as was proved by the length of the steps and the shape of the footprints. The difference in the tracks left by the two fugitives was so remarkable that it did not escape Father Absinthe's eyes. "Sapristi!" he muttered; "one of these jades can boast of having a pretty foot at the end of her leg!" He was right.
"Ah, Merciful Mother! so my ver' fine lady has found herself a lofer here already. Sapristi, an' he is well worth lookin' at! I vill ask of de stage manager his name." Outside, beneath the faint glimmer of the stars, Winston offered his arm, and Miss Norvell accepted it silently.
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