Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: June 5, 2025
These speak, to this day, with fewer modifications than have taken place in any other of the European languages during the same lapse of time, the very tongue in which wrote Bertran de Born and Pierre Vidal, the idiom in which Dante and Petrarca found some of their happiest inspirations, and which, we are told, Tasso envied for its poetic capabilities.
That's what he said: Let fools work, if they hadn't the nerve to live like men. As the three thus conversed a man and a woman with a child in her arms passed by. They looked dejected, like famished, persecuted folk, their glance timid and awed. "There's the workers for you," exclaimed Vidal. "That's how they are." "The devil take them," muttered Bizco.
From the Paseo del Canal, crossing a stubble patch, they reached the Plaza de las Penuelas, then, after going up another street they climbed the Paseo de las Acacias. They entered the Corralon. Manuel and Vidal, after having arranged to meet the gang on the following Sunday, climbed the stairway to Senor Ignacio's house and as they drew near to the cobbler's door they heard cries.
The gas lights shone at intervals in the dusty air; lines of carts rumbled slowly by, and across the road, in little groups, tramped the workmen from the neighbouring factories. And always, coming and going, the conversation between Manuel and Vidal would turn upon the same topics: women and money. Neither had a romantic notion, or anything like it, of women.
Although the notion of mounting spindles so that they can yield in order to center themselves is not new, it is evident that considerable ingenuity has been brought to bear upon the arrangement of the spindles we have described, but we are not in a position to say to what extent practice has in this case coincided with theory. Textile Manufacturer. By LEON VIDAL.
The lass was eager to win him but Vidal advised his cousin not to take up with her; La Goya suited him better, for she made more money. La Mella was not at all to Manuel's taste, despite her affectionate caresses; but La Goya was compromised with El Soldadito, a man with a position, as she said, for when he went to work he turned the crank of an handorgan.
"Here," said Vidal, "on this hand this noble hand I renounce " But ere he could utter another word, Hugo de Lacy, who, perhaps, felt the freedom of the action as an intrusion on his fallen condition, pulled back his hand, and bid the minstrel, with as stern frown, arise, and remember that misfortune made not De Lacy a fit personage for a mummery. Renault Vidal rose rebuked.
Captain Vidal, who, by his coolness and steady eye, had hitherto kept us to our duty, even Captain Vidal now appeared discouraged. He thrust his sabre into the scabbard, and cried, with a strange laugh: "The game is up! Let us be gone!" I touched his arm; he looked sadly and kindly at me. "What do you wish, my child?" he asked.
There is some one now bringing out an edition of Scott's novels at eighteen sous per volume, three livres twelve sous per copy, and you want me to give you more for your stale remainders? No. If you mean me to push this novel of yours, you must make it worth my while. Vidal!" A stout man, with a pen behind his ear, came down from his desk.
Behind the structure that looked like a convent they came upon some shanties furnished with filthy, grimy mats: African huts built upon a framework of rough sticks and cane. Bizco went into one of these hovels and returned with a piece of cod in his hand. Manuel was overcome by a horrible fear. "I'm going," he said to Vidal. "What do you mean!..." exclaimed one of the gang ironically.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking