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But that poor little wife never, to my knowledge, went to the Cafe d'Harcourt again.
At the instant that the man fell a half dozen fierce plainsmen sprang into the room from where they had apparently been waiting for their cue in the street before the cafe.
The maddened horde within the cafe were now rushing out in pursuit of their quarry.
There was an artist who dined at intervals at Bredin's Parisian Cafe, and, as the artistic temperament was too impatient to be suited by Jeanne's leisurely methods, it had fallen to Paul to wait upon him.
It was a weary bundle of nerves that came to the Parisian Cafe next morning.
It isn't my fault that they are associated with nothing better at the decisive moment than the banal splendours of a gilded cafe and the bedlamite yells of carnival in the street.
I felt extremely embarrassed all at once, but became positively annoyed when I saw our Prax enter the cafe in a sort of mediaeval costume very much like what Faust wears in the third act.
With the prompt French instinct for the politics of the street, the man with the black moustache had already run across to a corner of the cafe, sprung on one of the tables, and seizing a branch of chestnut to steady himself, shouted as Camille Desmoulins once shouted when he scattered the oak-leaves among the populace.
He refers me to two strangers in a cafe as to two flunkeys.
I leave you; I don't mean to be seen in cafes, for one thing.
When they reached the Cafe Themis he told his niece that he alone could manage Gigonnet in the matter they both had in view, and he made her wait in the hackney-coach and bide her time to come forward at the right moment.
I have said that "to enter the Cafe in the cul-de-sac Le Febvre was to enter the sanctum of a man of genius" - but then it was only the man of genius who could duly estimate the merits of the sanctum.
His lair was in the Grand Hotel and the gaudiest cafes.
The object of their search sat in the most sheltered corner of the cafe, with his coat on and the collar turned up.
But, instead, he went into the Forum Cafe and ordered a breakfast that cost two dollars.