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"Why should I go, ma'm'selle I ain't sick ah, bah!" "I thought you were. You've been in low spirits ever since our election, Denzil." "Nothing strange in that, ma'm'selle. I've been thinking of him that's gone." "You mean Monsieur Barouche, eh?" "Not of M'sieu' Barouche, but of the father to the man that beat M'sieu' Barouche." "Why should you be thinking so much of John Grier these days?"
His flock understood, though they did refrain, every one, from looking towards the place where Jean Jacques sat with Ma'm'selle she was always called that, as though she was a great lady; or else she was called "the little Ma'm'selle Zoe," even when she had grown almost as tall as her mother had been.
It's he that fetched Ma'm'selle Sophie to the hitching-post. Voila, he can wind them all round his finger!" Baby looked round to see if any one was near; then he drew the miller's head down by pulling at his collar, and whispered in his ear: "He's hot foot for the Rebellion; that's one good thing," he said. "If he wipes out the English "
'Never mind, ma'm'selle, I've got a remedy, said Cousin Maria, with her cheerful decision, each time; but the French instructress always began afresh. As the young man was about to be parted for an indefinite period from the girl whom he was ready to swear that he adored, it is clear that he ought to have been equally ready to swear that she was the fairest of her species.
The sound of falling water came to my ear through thickets of hazel and shadberry. Suddenly I heard a sweet voice singing a love-song of Provence the same voice, the same song, I had heard the day I came half fainting on my horse. Somebody was coming near. In a moment I saw Louise before me. "What, ma'm'selle!" I said; "alone in the woods!" "Not so," said she.
We will go up and hear the pretty creatures read their little pieces, and sing their little songs, and see them take their nice blue-ribboned diplomas, and fall in love with their dear little faces, and flirt a bit this evening, and to-morrow I shall take Ma'm'selle Clara home to Mamma Russell, and you may go your ways." "The programme is satisfactory." "Good. Come on then."
But when she called he came to her wondering, much abashed, for she was by far the prettiest lady he had ever seen. "Are you the friend of Mr. Walker Farr?" she asked, and she was even more embarrassed than he. "I am too poor mans to be call a friend, ma'm'selle. I can just say that he is grand mans that I love." "Then you are the one to give him this message.
His flock understood, though they did refrain, every one, from looking towards the place where Jean Jacques sat with Ma'm'selle she was always called that, as though she was a great lady; or else she was called "the little Ma'm'selle Zoe," even when she had grown almost as tall as her mother had been.
As Junia did not reply at once, she put the question in another form: "What is your name, ma'm'selle?" "It is Junia Shale," said the other calmly, yet with heart beating hard. Somehow the question foreshadowed painful things, associated with Carnac.
"Your father knows best what he can do and can't do," she said evenly. "But you would not let a man judge for himself, would you, ma'm'selle?" asked the old inquisitor. "You would judge for the man what was best for him to do?" "I would judge for my father," she replied. "He is too good a man to judge for himself."
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