Le Petit Chose (Histoire d'un Enfant)Daudet, Alphonse
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Le Petit Chose (Histoire d'un Enfant)
Daudet, Alphonse
Autobiographical fiction; Bildungsromans; French fiction -- 19th century; French language -- Readers
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the hedge
to sweep
muddy
to twist
the laughter
to warm
the ground-floor room
the two windows bad been opened wide
a table painted green
85
to melt
cowardly
the theatre
to embellish
bantering
to despise
to hold one’s breath
I thought the game was up
judging by his voice
86
a sheath, case
the twilight
to roast
along
suddenly
the arbour
she has been dead twenty years
she has packed up her trunks
I am quite beside myself
87
the kid
to deny
exhausted
the chestnut-tree
to swing (_intr_)
the porch
that would have done me no good
if it were anything but a figure of speech
a sudden idea struck me
88
the uproar
the future
to drown
to skate
the disgust
a rock
I have got into debt
to feel dull
never let the poor woman know the truth
89
the corpse
the list-shoes
the landing
a parcel
thus
the evil, trouble
he has always shown himself very kind to me
I thank you for it
to walk up and down
90
a stool
the height
the navy
to unfasten
to blow
the knot
you are mistaken
the moon was shining full upon the window
he does nothing but eat
91
sly, chaffing
the waistcoat
to prevent
the right
the decanter
the grief
he was still holding him with his other hand
what a queer idea!
how pleasant it is here!
92
to borrow
the sofa
to inflate
a heap
dreadful
to spread out
not another word! I will see to it myself
I should like to have done with it
by the way
93
tepid, luke-warm
the account
carefully
a lamp-shade
to make haste
wide open
what a lot of beautiful things!
nobody will have noticed anything
as usual
94
to lend
the cheek
to try
to float
to collect
hastily
to draw lots
half mad
without saying anything more
95
to extinguish
the oath
the draught
to overturn
to shudder
the relic
you ought to book our seats this morning
I heard some one calling me
I could not help blushing at my cowardice
96
scowling
wrinkled
to pocket
the magic
scared
the condolence
to open one’s heart
what a pity it is!
this very day
97
the disgust
the publican
the office
unhealthy
the switch
the felt
we are full up (_or_ all present)
at least I believe it to be so
to cut sg. short
98
to nail
to stammer
the steel
the attic
the thunder
a picture
to be out of the perpendicular
you need only say so
to thrust one’s hands into the depths of one’s pockets
99
the lock
the delight
to hang
the curtain
the anguish
to topple down
he felt inclined to ask me . .
to run here and there
a few steps farther on
100
the bugle
a miser
the discovery
a sword
the coachman
to enjoy
consider yourself lucky
to steer for Paris
the order to fire
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