Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: June 15, 2025
"Not far in speech, though often far enough in act," he laughed. "Truly," said I with a sigh. "Yet I swear you do yourself injustice. Is there no more?" "A little more of the same sort, sir." This is something to know, isn't it? Je viens, tu viens, il vient." As I live, he sprang to his feet with a cry of alarm!
The faithful men of Brentford, do still their king deplore, His portrait yet is swinging, beside an alehouse door. And topers, tender-hearted, regard his honest phiz, And envy times departed that knew a reign like his. Je viens revoir l'asile ou ma jeunesse De la misere a subi les lecons.
I followed the handful of worshippers out into the sunlight and down the hill. As I passed the two old fishermen I heard the one with the blue eyes say to his mate with the leathery hand: "Allons, viens t'en! What if we went to the café after that dog's night of a sea?" "I don't say no," returned his partner; then he winked at me and pointed to the sky. "I know," I said.
Then it went on increasing, and one day I asked him to come home with me; and after that he often came of his own accord, and at length every day. The day after he left this, a good-looking man called on me in the forenoon with a picture, and said, "Monsieur, je viens de la part de ce Monsieur," showing me a portrait of Raaff, and an admirable likeness.
Il y a cependant une que je ne peux pas m'empêcher de rapporter ici, comme une suite de ce que je viens de dire.
Prepimpin went through his repertoire with the punctilio of the barrack square deprecated by Bakkus. "I buy him," said Andrew. "Viens, mon ami." Prepimpin cast an oblique glance at his old master. "Va-t-en," said the latter. "Allons" said Andrew with a caressing touch on the dog's head. Prepimpin's topaz eyes gazed full into his new lord's. He wagged the tuft at the end of his shaven tail.
"I suppose I must," said Miss Sharp calmly, and much to the wonder of Miss Jemima; and the latter having knocked at the door, and receiving permission to come in, Miss Sharp advanced in a very unconcerned manner, and said in French, and with a perfect accent, "Mademoiselle, je viens vous faire mes adieux."
She saw the woman's gaze, hard and curious, take in the details of her appearance, from her muddy shoes up to her blood-stained cheek. "I've had an accident je viens d'avoir un petit accident," she explained hurriedly. "Il faut que je téléphone immédiatement." The concierge's face cleared slightly. "Pour chercher un médecin, sans doute?" she suggested. "Bien voici le téléphone."
Bobbing and circling, earnest, not very adroit, they went past and past his chair to the strains of that waltz. He watched them and the face of her who was playing turned smiling towards those little dancers thinking: 'Sweetest picture I've seen for ages. A voice said: "Hollee! Mais enfin qu'est-ce que tu fais la danser, le dimanche! Viens, donc!"
I met a friend just outside Marguerite Audoux's house after my first visit to her. "Tiens," he said, "tu viens de la mansarde de Génie l'ouvrière." And the clever little pun was true. Marguerite Audoux is a genius, and she does not understand what people mean when they ask her "how" she "writes."
Word Of The Day
Others Looking