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Miss Swartz would have liked her always if she could have seen her. One must do her that justice. But, que voulez vous? in this vast town one has not the time to go and seek one's friends; if they drop out of the rank they disappear, and we march on without them. Who is ever missed in Vanity Fair? But so, in a word, and before the period of grief for Mr.
"Oui," said I, "tres nettement fait, et voila encore," slipping a Napoleon into his hand. "Ca s'arrange tres joliment, monsieur," said the man, grinning from ear to ear, and bowing to the ground. "C'est madame que vous voulez donc?" "Oui," said I. He led, I followed; he opened the door of a breakfast parlour "Tenez, madame, voici le monsieur qui m'a renverse hier au soir."
"I think it is safer," she said slowly. "And consequently, happier?" The colour deepened in her face. "Oh, I don't know. I do not understand English ways. I can speak only of France. We talked of it in the convent naturally, since it was forbidden, que voulez vous?" she smiled. "Some of my friends were married. Their parents arranged the marriages.
Zat you have not non you have not ze education, ze fine manners, ze savoir faire of monsieur." With that expressive shrug of the shoulder, so characteristic of his nation, he added: "Mais que voulez vous? We must do ze best we can." His listener struck the brass bed-post savagely with his heavy fist. With a burst of profanity he broke out: "Yes, damn him! He had all the advantages. I had none.
"C'est trop, c'est beaucoup trop," interrompit le duc; "des privilèges, si vous voulez, mais pas le reste." On lit les commandements. Le duc les commente. Il en est deux qui le gênent: "C'est très bien dit; mais il est des cas où c'est diablement difficile d'obéir.... Ah! pour celui-l
"Que voulez vous que je fasse," replied the old Frenchman, gruffly. "Je suis j'ai that is, donnez moi passport." "Where do you go?" replied the Consul. "Calai." "Comment diable, speak Inglis, an I understan' you as besser. Your name?" "Lorraine Snaggs, gentilhomme." "What age have you? how old?" "Twenty-two."
The Emperor's servants began laughing, and some one amongst, the mob imagining it to be in derision, exclaimed, with manifest disappointment, "Eh bien, Messieurs, que voulez vous donc; mais allons mes amis! crions tous Vive le Roi;" and having once received this new impulse, they not only raised, with one consent, a shout of Vive le Roi, but next moment, by their menaces, compelled Napoleon, who began to tremble for his person, to join in the cry of loyalty.
She allowed the beautiful widow to advance a few paces toward us, with the slow and mournful step which is characteristic of her manner, and bursting out laughing: "Bravo!" she exclaimed, with emphasis, "the march to the scaffold! the victim dragged to the altar! Iphigenia; or, rather, Hermione: "'Pleurante apres son char vous voulez qu'on me voie! "Who is it that has written this verse?
The deadly chill of physical repulsion would be as strong in one case as in the other. In individual cases they have "sinned" as we term it, but qui voulez vous! The ratio on the stage is little larger than that of the world's middle class and not at all larger than that of the world's society women.
'Qu'il est un grand coquin. "Eh! ma bonne femme, et vous meme que dites vous?" 'Monsieur, voulez vous que je vous dise franchment ce que je pense: Si j'etais le capitaine du vaisseau, je ne l'embarquerai que pour le noyer." The stranger said nothing. After an hour or two, the landlord asked his wife if she would like to see Bonaparte, for that he was arrived. She was all anxiety to see him.
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