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Immediately he was on his feet and standing like a soldier at attention. "Ay, A wull," he whispered eagerly. "Tell me what tae do?" "First of all," said Adrien, "we must have something to eat." A shudder passed through him. "Eat?" he said, as if he had never heard the word. "Yes," said Adrien. "Remember, you promised." "Ay. A'll eat."
"The French language does not lend itself very readily to poetry, does it?" Astolphe remarked to Chatelet. "Cicero's prose is a thousand times more poetical to my way of thinking." "The true poetry of France is song, lyric verse," Chatelet answered. "Which proves that our language is eminently adapted for music," said Adrien.
"You trust this Vermont with a great deal, Adrien. Your horses, your wine, and your legal business. He must be a wonderful man." "Yes," he answered confidently. "Jasper's a treasure. Nothing comes amiss to him. I should be in my grave if I had to face half the worries he wrestles with daily.
"Monsieur," returned the fourth-floor lodger, "I I only come to complain...." "Whatever the occasion of this honor, Monsieur," pursued the student, with increasing politeness, "we cannot suffer you to remain on the landing. Pray do us the favor to walk in." "Oh, walk in pray walk in, Monsieur Bobinet," echoed Jules, Gustave, and Adrien, all together.
I thought for a little while, long ago, that perhaps I might, but now I know that I never could have loved you." "You were thinking of that note of Jack Maitland's which I sent you last night?" "Oh, no," she said gently. "Not that." "I felt awfully mean about that, Adrien. I feel mean still. I thought that as you had learned all about it from Victor, it was of no importance."
"This is an unexpected pleasure, Lady Constance," he exclaimed. "I had no idea you were coming to town." "It's only for the day, Mr. Vermont," she returned as calmly as possible. "But I wrote to Adrien, for auntie, telling him all about it." "Dear, dear!" ejaculated Mr. Vermont sympathetically. "I have just come from his chambers. I learned that he had gone out for the day."
"I must give you some books, some reports to read, I see," she said, laughing up into his face. "Evidently," said her father, "if I am to live with you." "I wonder what Captain Jack would think of these views," said Rupert, dropping into step with Patricia as they left the dining room together. "He will think as Adrien does," said Patricia stoutly.
Leroy gazed sadly at him, but remained silent; and Shelton grew hot, and then white with irritation, at this inexplicable silence. "Think, my dear Adrien," he said in a quick, impatient voice. "Were you at the club, or your chambers, or Park Lane where were you? Come, you can't have forgotten."
The French school of light opera, founded by Givtry, reached its greatest perfection in the authors of "La Dame Blanche" and "Fra Diavolo," though to the former of these composers must be accorded the peculiar distinction of having given the most perfect example of this style of composition. François Adrien Boïeldieu, the scion of a Norman family, was born at Rouen, December 16, 1775.
They're messing up McGinnis's things a bit," he added, as the sound of crashing glass came to their ears. Through the quiet streets the car flew like a hunted thing, and in a very few minutes they were at the Rectory door. "No fuss, now, Patricia," said Adrien, "we must not alarm Mamma. All steady." "Right you are! Steady it is!" said Patricia springing from the car.
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