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It is far. Il fait de la neige it is snowing when I draw near. I hear a great noise. I draw nearer still. I see the great moose bull, with his hind foot in the wolf trap. He also sees me. I raise a great shout. A quoi bon? What good is it? He comes for me. Voulez-vous? I say. So I fire my fusil gun at him. Still he comes, for now I remember I only had shot for partridge in that gun.
'You ought to have some in this fine old part. 'We do our best, but que voulez-vous? said Mr. Ashmore. 'I don't think they like the hot-water pipes. 'They remind them too much of their own climate? But haven't you a haunted room at the end of my passage? 'Oh, there are stories we try to keep them up. 'I should like very much to sleep there, Lyon said.
'Dites, la jeune belle, où voulez-vous aller?" he carolled. "Well, now," he went on, opening the guitar-case, "there's another idea for you sing. Sing 'Dites, la jeune belle'! It will compose your spirits, Elvira, I am sure." And without waiting an answer he began to strum the symphony. The first chords awoke a young man who was lying asleep upon a neighbouring bench.
"You should never ask a woman for dates." "Why, I should think that when a woman was relating history".... Acton answered. "And now he wants to break it off?" "They want him to make a political marriage. It is his brother's idea. His brother is very clever." "They must be a precious pair!" cried Robert Acton. The Baroness gave a little philosophic shrug. "Que voulez-vous? They are princes.
The contact, instead of warming, chilled me inexplicably. Instead of belief, I discovered scepticism; instead of enthusiasm, persiflage and eternal quizzing, intolerable in professed martyrs to a sacred cause. "Que voulez-vous?" they said, shrugging their shoulders at my indignant remonstrances. "The ass who carries all his panniers on the same side stumbles on his own nose.
"Et la pauvre ame!" cried the Frenchwoman at last, not caring what she said to this amazing daughter-in-law, "elle est la toujours, quand les douleurs s'apaisent un peu, ecoutant, esperant et personne ne vient personne! Voulez-vous bien, madame, me dire ou on peut trouver Sir George?" "Poste Restante, Trouville," said Letty, sullenly. "It is the only address that I know of."
Prince Talleyrand felt the sarcasm, and noticed it by one of those smiles so peculiar to him a shake of the head and shrug of the shoulders, while he uttered "Que voulez-vous, Sire, chacun a son vingt Mars?" referring to the unexpected arrival of the Emperor Napoleon. I have been reading Yes and No, a very clever and, interesting novel from the pen of Lord Normanby.
For a moment I was awed by the aristocratic magnificence of balloons. How superb, how reckless! Very humbly I appealed to her, "Pouvez-vous, voulez-vous me donner un ballon?" "Les ballons, ca ne se donne pas apres cinq heures," she said. I didn't press her. How could I? By how many thousands of years of tradition might not the habits of balloons have been fixed?
M. Stanislas Kapp was the son of and heir of a rich brewer of Strasbourg, a youth of a sanguineous and sanguinary temperament. He was making ducks and drakes of the paternal brewery, and although he passed in a general way for a good fellow, he had already been observed to be quarrelsome after dinner. "Que voulez-vous?" said Valentin. "Brought up on beer, he can't stand champagne."
At the sight of smoke the dirty Boche starts shelling again. So we do not get dry, and we have no warmth, and we cannot make even a cup of good hot coffee. That dirty Boche up there on Vimy looks out of his deep tunnels and laughs up his sleeve and says those poor devils of Frenchmen are not gay to-day! That is true, mon Capitaine. Mais, que voulez-vous? C'est pour la France." "Oui.
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