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"Bah! those police agents they are the same everywhere," she exclaimed. "They deal so much with crime that their minds get the taint, and between the false and true they cannot tell the difference. Que voulez-vous? They are but small in brains. With you, the case is different. You have it here and there." She touched her temples lightly with a finger of each hand.
It is, nevertheless, melancholy to observe the traces of devastation visible in all directions: the people themselves appear not to regard it, but this may arise partly from the long and habitual feelings generated by the scenes to which the Revolution daily gave rise, and partly from the constitutional cheerfulness of the natives, who seldom view objects through the same dark medium that ours are supposed to do, and who, though they are not celebrated for patience, are of all mankind the least liable to despondency. When I spoke to M. Boderie of my regret at the destruction of an ancient structure like the one in question, his answer was, immediately, "oui c'est bien malheureux; mais enfin que voulez-vous?" He was "desolé" or had "le coeur très sensible
We cannot be great merchants, but we can be small gamblers on the Bourse, or, thanks to the Credit Mobilier, imitate a cabinet minister, and keep a shop under another name. Perhaps you have heard that Enguerrand and I keep a shop. Pray, buy your gloves there. Strange fate for men whose ancestors fought in the first Crusade mais que voulez-vous?"
The inhabitants protested, but he refused to give the Carillon unless he could have his own way, which he ultimately did. Can't you imagine the outraged feelings of the good burghers? "Que voulez-vous, Mademoiselle," the old man continued, shrugging his shoulders, "Jolie Annette ne chante pas mal, hein?" and I agreed with him.
"If you don't continue your sewing, mademoiselle," said Doggie, "I shall think that I am disturbing you, and must bid you good night." Jeanne sat down and resumed her work. A sensation, more like laughter than anything else, fluttered round Doggie's heart. "Voulez-vous vous asseoir, Monsieur Trevor?"
"Messieurs, some one on board, I presume, speaks French?" said the principal of the two, taking off his cocked-hat, and bowing profoundly, with a glance towards the poop, where Ada sat. "Moi I do," answered the colonel, with not the best pronunciation in the world. "Que voulez-vous, Messieurs?" "I am delighted to find a gentleman with whom I can converse in a common language.
It's a morceau de vie, as the French say. Auberon. Oh, don't begin on the French! Amicia. It's a French experiment que voulez-vous? Auberon. English experiments will do. Dorriforth. No doubt they would if there were any. But I don't see them. Amicia. Fortunately: think what some of them might be!
His reply was a grimace, a hoisting of his shoulders above his head, an opening of his hands and fingers to their utmost extent, and a most pathetic "Que voulez-vous?"
After a great deal of beating about the bush, and apologising, he got it out. You know Mendés, you can see him smiling a little; and looking at Chose with that white cameo face of his he said, "Avec quel meilleur homme voulez-vous que votre mère se fit? vous n'avez donc, jeune homme, aucun sentiment religieux."
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