They are sure to go and see him every day, and him wounded in their service." "Oh, you good girl! you dear girl!" cried Edouard.
She did not reply in words, but, after going to the door, returned and gave him a great kiss without ceremony.

"Dare say you know what that's for," said she, and went off with a clear conscience and reddish cheeks.
Dard's grandmother had a little house, a little land, a little money, and a little cow.

She could just maintain Dard and herself, and her resources enabled Dard to do so many little odd jobs for love, yet keep his main organ tolerably filled.
"Go to bed, my little son, since you have got hashed," said she.--"Bed be hanged," cried he.

"What good is bed?
That's a silly old custom wants doing away with.

It weakens you: it turns you into train oil: it is the doctor's friend, and the sick man's bane.