Very big words too.
They can't come off without crossing swords.

A duel--that will give me a push!" cried Mademoiselle Noemie clapping her little hands.

"C'est ca qui pose une femme!" "You don't mean to say that Bellegarde is going to fight about YOU!" exclaimed Newman, disgustedly.
"Nothing else!" and she looked at him with a hard little smile.

"No, no, you are not galant! And if you prevent this affair I shall owe you a grudge--and pay my debt!" Newman uttered an imprecation which, though brief--it consisted simply of the interjection "Oh!" followed by a geographical, or more correctly, perhaps a theological noun in four letters--had better not be transferred to these pages.

He turned his back without more ceremony upon the pink dress and went out of the box.