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Updated: June 2, 2025
The village priest, Pere Viller, leaving the body of his old friend, went with the courage of despair to the Duke of Wurtemberg, who had his lodging near by, and complained to him passionately of all these outrages. The Duke of Wurtemberg shrugged his shoulders. "Que voulez-vous?" he said. "We have bad soldiers, like you have!"
He was a very business-looking man, with a short, hard, dry way of speaking. I found him immersed in his books. Directly he saw me, he said, abruptly. "You are young Bonneval. You come too late. The others are gone." "Oh" And I dropped into a seat, quite stunned by this reverse. "Mais que voulez-vous?" said he. "They could not wait. The opportunity would have been lost."
'Mais, said the Signore, starting from his scene of ignominy, where his wife played with another man's child, 'mais voulez-vous vous promener dans mes petites terres? It came out fluently, he was so much roused in self-defence and self-assertion. We walked under the pergola of bony vine-stocks, secure in the sunshine within the walls, only the long mountain, parallel with us, looking in.
Now you have the whole history, the marriage is yet to take place." "Your last observation is correct; or rather it is not, for the marriage will never take place." "Mais, que voulez-vous Mademoiselle?" cried Monsieur Gironac, "must we send for the angel Gabriel for you?" "No," replied I, "he is not a marrying man any more than I am a marrying woman.
I knew from the first I could do anything with it. But I needed it all I need it still, every exquisite inch of it. It isn't as if I had a figure or anything else. Oh if God had only given me a figure too, I don't say! Yes, with a figure, a really good one, like Fanny Floyd-Taylor's, who's hideous, I'd have risked plain glasses. Que voulez-vous?
'Upstairs is his Excellency asleep; Excellency's room is to right, do you remember; or to left' 'Pshaw, we shall find it! The Pandours mount; find a bedroom, break it open, some fifteen or sixteen of them, and one who knows a little French; come crowding forward: to the horror and terror of the poor inhabitant. 'QUE VOULEZ-VOUS DONC? 'His Excellency Valori! 'Well, no violence; I am your prisoner: let me dress! answers the supposed Excellency, and contrives to secrete portfolios, and tear or make away with papers.
What you call it?" And Mr. Fizgig put his glass into his eye and looked at me. "We speak English, sir," says I, "knowing it better than French." "Everybody has not had your opportunities," Miss Brough, continued the gentleman. "Everybody has not voyage like nous autres, hey? Mais que voulez-vous, my good sir? you must stick to your cursed ledgers and things.
After a few minutes she turned and saw the cabman struggling to drag him along. His legs lagged foolishly. "Can't walk, ole girl. Legs all cross-nibbed, ole girl," he moaned. "You're not to talk, Louis," she said calmly. "Talk? Talk? Can't talk. Parlez-vous Franshay, Marsh-shella? Voulez-vous coucher avec moi? Baisez-moi, ma petite !" She faced him suddenly. "Look here, Louis.
"We gave him something to eat a while ago. He was awfully hungry!" The sound of bare feet splashing through the mud was heard in the darkness, and the drummer boy came to the door. "Ah, c'est vous!" said Petya. "Voulez-vous manger? N'ayez pas peur, on ne vous fera pas de mal," * he added shyly and affectionately, touching the boy's hand. "Entrez, entrez." * * "Ah, it's you!
"Que voulez-vous, Monsieur, c'est l'armistice." "The greatest fake about all this war business is the peace. I tell you, not till the hors d'oeuvre has been restored to its proper abundance and variety will I admit that the war's over." The waitress tittered. "Things aren't what they used to be," she said, going back to the kitchen.
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