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She has her own methods of accomplishing those things that are necessary to a man's salvation; and behold in three months the impossible had come to pass. The giant Mirabeau was right: "ce bête de mot" ought by now to be struck out of our dictionaries.
They were very sympathetic, and dosed him with hot cafe-au-lait, but the Pasteur, studying him through the blue spectacles, said, "Ah, is it so?" in a kind of triumphant tone which Madame designated as "bete." Indeed, to those unacquainted with what was passing in M. Boiset's mind, it must have seemed particularly stupid.
"This is your Englishman your Kew, whom you vaunt everywhere," said Stenio to M. de Florac, who was standing by and witnessed the scene. "Is he simply bete, or is he poltron as well? I believe him to be both." "Silence, Victor!" cried Florac, seizing his arm, and drawing him away. "You know me, and that I am neither one or the other.
Besides, nearly all the papers admit that your defeat was owing to a political intrigue. The very men who should have supported you who had promised to support you, in fact went against you at the last moment. That was entirely due to Miller, wasn't it?" "Miller has been my political bête noir for years," he confessed.
"What have I done to make you hate me?" "I hate you? Oh, no not in the least," said Betty spitefully. I am very grateful to you for all your kindness." "Where are you staying?" he asked. "Hotel Bete," said Betty, off her guard, "but " The "but" marked his first score. "I wish I could have called to see your aunt," he said carelessly, "but I am off to Vienna to-morrow."
Behind that, bin for potatoes, bin for carrots, bins for onions, apples, cabbages. Boxed shelves for preserves. And behind that Hosea C. Brewster's bête noir and plaything, tyrant and slave the furnace. "She's eating up coal this winter," Hosea Brewster would complain. Or: "Give her a little more draft, Fred." Fred, of the furnace and lawn mower, would shake a doleful head.
It is also a pretty commentary on la bete humaine. You remember the V-shaped barricade garrisoned by Russian sailors, I spoke about a few days ago?
"Enter Sir RICHARD IXION completely dressed, with bag, sword, &c. "Ix. 'Fore George, at logger-heads, a lucky minute, 'Pon honor, I may make my market in it. Dem it, my air, address, and mien must touch her, Now out of sorts with him, less God than butcher. O rat the fellow, where can all his sense lie, To gallify the lady so immensely? Ah! le grand bete qu'il est! how rude the bear is!
Stepping past them, she preceded them up the narrow stairs, and was just about to try the key in the lock, when a sudden recollection seemed to flash upon her. 'I know! she said, turning upon them. 'Tenez que je suis bete! You are Dubois' English friends. He told me something, and I had forgotten all about it. You are going to take his rooms?
"I don't care a straw for your handsome girls," she said; "but bring me one who's ready to drudge the tenth part of the way Rachel drudged, and I'll forgive her her beauty. Of course, notez bien, Rachel wasn't a grosse bête: that's a gift if you like!" Mrs.
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