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'Tes only one man, zir, so far as Ai can mek out, and 'a be a-waving of a red shirt, or zummat laike that, Ai think, zir." "Can you only see one man, Martin; or are there any more with him, think you?" shouted Cavendish. "Naw, zir," responded the old fellow; "as Ai zay, Ai can only zee one of 'em, and 'e do be a-carryin' on zumthing wonnerful, zir.
The queen was singing, and the tones of her soulful voice resound still in my heart. The song was this: 'Dors, mon enfant, clos ta paupiere, Tes cris me dechirent le coeur: Dors, mon enfant, ta pauvre mere A bien assez de sa douleur. And while she sang she turned her head toward her son, who listened to her motionless and as if enchanted.
I told 'em what she said to me 'bout bein' burried under th' apple tree. But I think that turned 'em made et luke to much 's ef she'd 'ad it in 'er mind deliberate; an' so they burried 'er up 'ere. Parson we 'ad then was very particular, 'e was." Again the old man drew his hand over the turf. "'Tes wonderful, et seems," he added slowly, "what maids 'll du for love.
Tu as mis sur tes yeux le bandeau de celui qui veut voir son Dieu. Eh bien, tu l'as vu, ton Dieu, Iokanaan, mais moi, moi . . . tu ne m'as jamais vue. Si tu m'avais vue, tu m'aurais aimee. Moi, je t'ai vu, Iokanaan, et je t'ai aime. Oh! comme je t'ai aime. Je t'aime encore, Iokanaan. Je n'aime que toi . . . J'ai soif de ta beaute. J'ai faim de ton corps.
She sauntered away across the yard, but turned her head as she reached the far end, and glanced back at Ishmael. He hesitated, pride fighting with longing; then he also began to saunter aimlessly at first; then, giving up the struggle, he frankly followed her. Lenine chuckled softly. "Talk o' the way o' a man wi' a maid 'tes nawthen to the way o' a maid wi' a man, is it, Passon?
"Ah!" interrupted Mrs. Penticost; "'tes as well 'twould be dull for 'ee alone wi'out Mr. Ruan able to come so much about the place, and I wouldn' have had en here with Miss Judy gone and you alone. You was rare taken up wi' he!" Blanche's vanity was too insatiable to spare Ishmael; she sighed pathetically. "Oh, Mrs.
It is well that she is come under mamma's oversight." "The girl is almost indifferent to me!" said Otto. "Almost!" repeated Sophie. "But this almost, how many degrees of warmth does it contain? 'O Vérité! Où sont les autels et tes prêtres?" added she, and smiling raised her finger. "Time will show how much you are in error!" answered Otto with much calmness.
Don't do what I did with my blind man on Pont de la Concorde, that horrible clarinet player, who has made my life a burden for ten years, whistling at me every day: De tes fils, Norma. I tried everything to make him go away, money, threats. Nothing would induce him to go. The police? Oh! yes. With our modern ideas, to turn a poor blind man off his bridge would become a momentous affair.
"Sir I have obeyed all the King's commandes and that without any scandal to the Duke," always the point of main importance "now my humble request to you is that I may be free from entering any farther in this business and that I may come and kiss his Maj^tes hand for now I am fit.... There is one Mr.
"Pourtant console-toi! pense, dans tes alarmes, Qu'un double bien te reste, espoir et souvenir; Une main dans le ciel pour essuyer tes larmes; Une main ici-bas, enfant, pour te benir." The last stanza is especially poor, and in none of them is there much poetical promise.
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