So long as she is amusing and gay I love her.

I adore her mirth, her chatter, her charming ways.

But when she has the toothache and snivels, she bores me to death.

I lose all interest in her.

I want to clap my hands for my slaves, in order to bid them bring me in something less dismal in the way of fair cities.
I drove to the Rue Saint-Dominique and handed in my card and letter of introduction at the _Ministere de la Guerre_.