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"I could not love thee, dear, so much, Loved I not justice more." "Yes, indeed, Cherie, our affection is a very different and better thing than it would be if I were only the rich young squire sure of my position." "I am sure it is, my dear. I honour and love her for being my boy's brave comforter -comforter in the true sense. I see now what has helped you to be so brave and cheery.
I exclaimed for the third or fourth time as we entered an alley festooned with trailing flowers and grape-vines from which the fruit hung in thick clusters. "All Quipai is a garden," said the abbé, proudly. And such fruit! Let him taste a chirimoya ma fille chèrie."
You'll just love Reggie, chérie. He's my exact ideal of what a man ought to be the best friend I have, next to you. Well, it's a bargain then, isn't it? You'll come and help dance with the kids you promise? That's my own sweet chérie! And now you mustn't grizzle here in the dark any longer. I believe my cab is at the door. Come down and see me off, won't you?" Yet again she was irresistible.
Both before and after her greeting of Madame d'Estrées whom she called her "chérie" and her "belle Marguerite" she created a whirlwind in the salon. She was noisy, rude, and false; it could only be said on the other side that she was handsome for those who admired the kind of thing; and famous more or less.
Skewbald. No, I wasn't, so there. Bay. No, she was a footlights favourite; wore her mane in plaits and a star-spangled bearing-rein and surcingle to improve her fig-u-are; did pretty parlour tricks to the strains of the banjo and psaltery. N'est-ce pas, chérie? Skewbald. Well, what if I did? There's scores of circus-gals is puffect lydies. I don't require none of your familiarity any'ow, Mister.
By the twang of string! it would be a bad thing if money was not made to be spent; and how better than on woman eh, ma belle?" "It would indeed be a bad thing if we had not our brave archers to bring wealth and kindly customs into the country," quoth Dame Eliza, on whom the soldier's free and open ways had made a deep impression. "A toi, ma cherie!" said he, with his hand over his heart.
A second girl, taller, older, slower, but equally smiling, was taking Pennell's cap and stick and gloves, making play with her eyes the while. "Merci, chérie," he heard his friend say and then, in a totally different voice: "Ah! Bon jour Marie." A third girl was before them. In her presence the other two withdrew.
After proceeding as far east as Ward-huus and Kela, the "Godspeed" pushed north into the ocean, and on the 16th of August fell in with Bear Island. Unaware of its previous discovery by Barentz, Stephen Bennet who commanded the expedition christened the island Cherie Island, in honour of his patron, and to this day the two names are used almost indiscriminately.
"My dear," Stepan Trofimovitch murmured at last, addressing Sofya Matveyevna, "stay out there, my dear, I want to say something here...." Sofya Matveyevna hurried out at once. "Cherie... cherie..." he gasped. "Don't talk for a bit, Stepan Trofimovitch, wait a little till you've rested. Here's some water. Do wait, will you!" She sat down on the chair again. Stepan Trofimovitch held her hand tight.
When the stream runs out into the old clearing, or down through the pasture, you find other and livelier birds, the robins, with his sharp, saucy call and breathless, merry warble; the bluebird, with his notes of pure gladness, and the oriole, with his wild, flexible whistle; the chewink, bustling about in the thicket, talking to his sweetheart in French, "cherie, cherie!" and the song-sparrow, perched on his favourite limb of a young maple, dose beside the water, and singing happily, through sunshine and through rain.
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