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"What a burden to carry on a donkey's back!" I laughed. "You are a regular Beau Brummel." "Why not?" pleaded the boy. "I like pretty things, and this is very convenient. It is no trouble for Souris. When the bag is in the rücksack, no one would suspect that it is valuable. I have carried all this luggage so, ever since Lucerne, and never had any bother before."
That is over, and we will not say any more about it; but if I catch them again by G , if I catch them again, I will make them lose all taste for such nonsense, Maitre Cacheux, as sure as my name is Severin." When M. Antoine Leuillet married the widow, Madame Mathilde Souris, he had already been in love with her for ten years. M. Souris has been his friend, his old college chum.
The course lay west-southwest, up the Souris River, through wooded ravines now stripped of foliage, past alkali sloughs ice-edged by frost, over rolling cliffs russet and bare, where gopher and badger and owl and roving buffalo were the only signs of life. On the 21st of October two hundred Assiniboine warriors joined the marching white men.
At last Frau Lenore declared she was tired out ... Then Gemma at once advised her to have a little nap, where she was, in her chair, 'and I and the Russian gentleman "avec le monsieur russe" will be as quiet, as quiet ... as little mice ... "comme des petites souris." Frau Lenore smiled at her in reply, closed her eyes, and after a few sighs began to doze.
The American settlers who had been pouring into the Souris valley had without so much as asking leave from the Government at Ottawa, the school trustees, or the oldest settler, who was Thomas himself gone ahead and celebrated.
The consequence was he talked incessantly of Souris, asked about a thousand personal and secret minutia, wanted to know all about his habits and his person. And he sneered at him even in his grave, recalling with self-satisfaction his whims, ridiculing his absurdities, dwelling on his faults. He would call to his wife all over the house: "Hallo, Mathilde!" "Here I am, dear." "Come here a moment."
"No, but I have always intended to, and in fact I came up here to-day to see a couple of rake-hell fellows I know, Fargeau and Duchesne, doctors in the Clinical Hospital beyond here, up by the Parc Mont Souris.
He was so charming that Delicia loved him from the moment their eyes met, and as for him, of course he could not help thinking himself the luckiest Prince in the world. The Queen felt that she had really come to the end of her misfortunes at last, and they all lived happily ever after. La bonne vetite Souris' par Madame d'Aulnoy.
Why, at Souris, everybody knows " He lowered his voice and I unconsciously moved from my dark corner to hear the rest. "Hoo are ye, gillie?" said the burly Scot in my ear. Turning, I found the canny swain had followed me on an investigating tour. Again I gave him an inarticulate reply and lost myself among other coteries. Was the man spying on me?
"I'll write to that merchant you used to know at Souris, father," Caius spoke in a business-like voice. "He will be able to find out from all the vessels that come in to what extent there is disease on the Magdalens." The exciting cause in Caius of this remark was his father's indifference and opposition, and the desire to probe it. "You'll do nothing of the sort." Simpson's answer was very testy.
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