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Ah, those were days! Dieu why couldn't the republic have continued those glories ces gloires? Aujourd'hui nous ne sommes que des morts instead of prisoners to handle to watch and work, like so many good machines there is only the dike yonder to keep in repair! What changes mon Dieu! what changes!" And the shape wrung his hands. It was, in truth, a touching spectacle of grief for a good old past.
An escaped prisoner told him that the French were coming to visit him with fourteen thousand men; but Montcalm thought no more of stirring than Loudon himself; and each stood watching the other, with the lake between them, till the season closed. [Footnote 440: "Nous sommes tant
All animosity, all heart-burning, will be forgotten, and the old French glory will shine again, as it did under De Salaberry. Ma foi, nous ne sommes pas perdus, encore; and some hero of the war has only to rouse himself and cry, as Roland did,
The Y.M.C.A. rooms had the feeling of home; none of the people there wanted his money, and he was the better, not the worse, for going. "Of course," said Tom to himself as he went to bed, "religious lolly-pops are not fit for a grown-up man, but it wur a grand evening; I am sure I could pick up that French, too. Let's see, how did it go? "Je suis I am. Vous êtes you are. Nous sommes we are.
Paris had more courage than some of them, with a greater dignity and finer faith. When the French Ministry fled to Bordeaux without having warned the people that the enemy was at their gates, Paris remained very quiet and gave no sign of wild terror or of panic-stricken rage. There was no political cry or revolutionary outburst. No mob orator sprang upon a cafe chair to say "Nous sommes trahis!"
But on arriving at Gottenborg, I find my father called on the Governor, and found him justly very indignant, and he declared the Postmaster should go to prison for three years with hard labour, exclaiming at the same time, 'Nous ne sommes pas des Barbares, monsieur. Changing vessels of passage twice, my father arrived at Christiania.
He was proud of the daughter, and highly pleased with the letter. It began thus: "Cher papa nous sommes sauves. That picture of a Genoese lady you bought for 200 francs, and doubted if you would be able to get rid of, I sold before we left home for Provence to an American, as a genuine Queen Elizabeth for 1,000 francs."
The wine poured in a red stream from his point-lace cravat, but had not touched his face. "There shall be something redder than Burgundy spilt before we have done!" he said. "Sacre nom, nous sommes tombes dans un antre de betes sauvages!" exclaimed Masaroon, starting up, and anxiously examining the skirts of his brocade coat, lest that sudden deluge had caught him.
La belle Rose du Printemps, Aubert, admoneste les hommes Passer joyeusement le temps, Et pendant que jeunes nous sommes, Esbattre la fleur de nos ans. In the same mood, looking far down the future, thou sangest of thy lady's age, the most sad, the most beautiful of thy sad and beautiful lays; for if thy bees gathered much honey 't was somewhat bitter to taste, as that of the Sardinian yews.
There's a fatuity in our talking as if we could make grand terms. You and the others are well enough: qui prend mari prend pays, and you've names about which your husbands take a great stand. But papa and I I ask you!" "As a family nous sommes tres-bien," said Mme. de Brecourt. "You know what we are it doesn't need any explanation.
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