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What was to become of his little girl in case of his death? Madame had never thought of that: did Monsieur think he was going to die? In that case how much better to have taken him to the hospital; a death in the house was always so inconvenient and disagreeable not that she had grudged it to that pauvre Madame Linders, but this was a different thing altogether; would he certainly die?
The hunter's comrades were so thunderstruck at the unexpected appearance of such a visitor, and his sudden retreat with "pauvre" Louisson the man who had been carried off that they for some time lost all presence of mind, and, in a state of confusion, were running to and fro, each expecting in his turn to be kidnapped in a similar manner.
It seemed strange to Juliette that there did not hang over it some sort of pall-like presentiment of coming evil. From the kitchen, at some little distance from the hall, Anne Mie's voice was heard singing an old ditty: "De ta tige detachee Pauvre feuille dessechee Ou vas-tu?" Juliette paused a moment.
And this pauvre ghost," added the man, "was monsieur's brother! Helas! he was come down very poor his coat was rags, and his boots were open to the water of heaven. He eat little. Ah, monsieur, I have deceived you. He cost me not five franc; for, when I remember, he ate nothings he starve himself." "Was he ill?" asked Armstrong. "Worse," said the landlord, lowering his voice; "he was in love.
"One sees well that your wife had made you the sermon. My poor Pendennis! You are henpecked, my pauvre bon! You become the husband model. It is true my mother writes that thy wife is an angel!" "I do not object to obey such a woman when she bids me do right," I said; and would indeed at that woman's request have gone out upon the errand, but that we here found another messenger.
"Pardonnez moi, Sir Reginald," exclaimed Madame De La Motte, breaking off the conversation in which she was engaged with Harry, and looking up briskly. "Surely la pauvre France has produced some pure and religious writers, and many works on science worthy of perusal." "I beg ten thousand pardons, madame, I forgot that a French lady was present.
But one day, as I sat over the samovar at a posting-station on the T highroad, waiting for horses, I suddenly heard under the open window of the station room a hoarse voice, uttering in French the words: 'Monsieur ... monsieur ... prenez pitie d'un pauvre gentil-homme ruine. ... I lifted my head, glanced.... The mangy-looking fur cap, the broken ornaments on the ragged Circassian dress, the dagger in the cracked sheath, the swollen, but still rosy face, the dishevelled, but still thick crop of hair.... Mercy on us!
I don't know what he meant; but there has been a tragedy in his life; all the world knows that. 'Then suddenly he took another tone, called me pauvre enfant, and apologised. Why should I be disturbed? I had chosen for my own happiness, no doubt. What was fame or the high steeps of art compared even with an amour de jeunesse? He had seen you, he said, une tote superbe des epaules de lion!
They had been such strong and sturdy men, tilling their Flemish fields, and living with a quiet faith in their hearts. Now they were dying before their time, conscious, some of them, that death was near, so that weak tears dropped upon their beards, and in their eyes was a great fear and anguish. "Je ne veux pas mourir!" said one of them. "O ma pauvre femme! Je ne veux pas mourir!"
At sight of them the poor madman grew frantic, and turning upon Fanny he cried: "You are against me!" then ran across the yard. She shut her eyes that she might not see them hunt the lover of freedom, and only opened them when a man cried in triumph: "We'll take you to the King!" "Pauvre malheureux!" muttered the drivers in the yard. Day followed day and there was plenty of work.
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