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There must be at least two centuries of solitude under those yew-trees. Shouldn't you like it?" "I I don't know," she faltered. She knew now that he meant to speak. He lit another cigarette. "We shall have to live somewhere, you know," he said as he bent above the match. Lydia tried to speak carelessly. "Je n'en vois pas la necessite! Why not live everywhere, as we have been doing?"
The Sheykh, resigned at length to the inevitable, sought to establish good relations with me; and he also gave us counsel, which Rashîd, who viewed him as our deadly foe, at once rejected. Under these rebuffs the old man became quite obsequious. His son exclaimed excitedly: 'Mon bère est heureux, tu vois. If feut bas quitter. Il feut rester afec toi comme chef de serfice.
Charles Townshend and he are already upon ill terms. 'Enfin je n'y vois goutte'; and so God bless you! BATH, November 15, 1766. MY DEAR FRIEND: I have this moment received your letter of the 5th instant from Basle.
"Not a whit, not a hair-breadth. No form of friendship under the sun had a right to exact such a concession. No true friendship would harass me thus." "Under certain persuasions, from certain quarters, je vous vois d'ici," said he, "eagerly subscribing to the sacrifice, passionately arming for the effort."
An inscription used to be on the pedestal of one of the fountains opposite the entrance which read: "Superbe habitant du desert En ce lieu, dis moi, que fais tu Tu le vois
"There is a boat making sail in this direction," said Mr. Effingham, who had left the glass with the governess, in complaisance to her wish. "Oui, c'est le bateau de Monsieur Blunt." "And who is in it?" demanded the father, for the meed of a world could not have enabled Eve to speak. "Je vois Monsieur Sharp oui, c'est bien lui." "Is he alone?"
I replied in a hospittle vois "Glad to see you." "He is an artist, father," sed my child. "A whichist?" "An artist. A painter." "And glazier," I askt. "Air you a painter and glazier, sir?" My dauter and wife was mad, but I couldn't help it; I felt in a comikil mood.
The Frenchman will recall the story of the peasant-persecuting baron whom Louis XII. provided with a luxurious feast, which the lack of bread made uneatable; he may not have heard a story told me in Liege at the Hotel Charlemagne of the Belgian who sought to conciliate his French neighbour by remarking, "Je vois que vous etes Français, monsieur, parceque vous mangez beaucoup de pain," and the Frenchman's retort, "Je vois que vous etes lye monsieur, parceque vous mangez beaucoup de tout!"
"I beg a thousand pardons of Monsieur; but but my wife is very ill, and unable to travel." "Then, in that case, so excellent a husband cannot think of leaving a sick and destitute wife." "Poverty has no law; if I consulted my heart and stayed, I should starve, et il faut vivre." "Je n'en vois pas la necessite," replied I, as I got into my carriage.
When all this had been painted in the most glowing colors, when his wounds were laid bare, he wrote a last and touching farewell to his friend: "Adieu, D'Argens! dans ce tableau, De mon trepas tu vois la cause; Au moins ne pense pas du neant du caveau, Que j'aspire a l'apotheose.
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