Vulgar words in The Paris Sketch Book (Page 1)
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yes, you know--why, that is, I didn't know she had her maid with her (what an ass I was to think of a noblewoman travelling without one!)
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Everything, too, must be pleaded in excuse for this unfortunate bagman: who, if he wished to pass for a captain, had only done so because he had an intense respect and longing for rank: if he had made love to the Baroness, had only done so because he was given to understand by Lord Byron's "Don Juan" that making love was a very correct, natty thing: and if he had gambled, had only been induced to do so by the bright eyes and example of the Baron and the Baroness.
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"A pretty pickle you have put yourself in, Mr. Pogson, by making love to other men's wives, and calling yourself names," said the Major, who was restored to good humor.
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In trying to make themselves into bulls, the frogs make themselves into jackasses, as might be expected.
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We are married, and have fourteen children, and would just as soon make love to the Pope of Rome as to any one but our own wife.
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If you do not make love to Flicflac, from the day after her marriage to the day she reaches sixty, she thinks you a fool.
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The lovely-creature meets the fascinating Gerfaut at Paris; instantly the latter makes love to her; a duel takes place: baron killed; wife throws herself out of window; Gerfaut plunges into dissipation; and so the tale ends.
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'You ain't going to leave me alone, you nasty thing; you ain't going to the village to dance, you ragged, barefooted slut: you're all of a piece in this house--your mother, your brothers, and you.
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As usual, the stupid Bertrand remonstrates--"But we have not sold a single share; you have not a penny in your pocket, and"--"Bertrand, you are an ass; do as I bid you."
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Such speeches as these, continually repeated, caused Poinsinet to be fully convinced of his ugliness; he used to go about in companies, and take every opportunity of inveighing against himself; he made verses and epigrams against himself; he talked about "that dwarf, Poinsinet;" "that buffoon, Poinsinet;" "that conceited, hump-backed Poinsinet;" and he would spend hours before the glass, abusing his own face as he saw it reflected there, and vowing that he grew handsomer at every fresh epithet that he uttered.
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And every day it came to pass, That four lusty meals made he; And, step by step, upon an ass, Rode abroad, his realms to see; And wherever he did stir, What think you was his escort, sir?
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All in a fine mud palace,--each day he took four meals, And for a guard of honor,--a dog ran at his heels, Sometimes, to view his kingdoms,--rode forth this monarch good, And then a prancing jackass--he royally bestrode.
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I have seen her make love to, and murder, her sons, in the "Tour de Nesle."
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what blockheads have we been to worship any but you.--THAT a goddess?--a pretty goddess forsooth;--a witch, rather, who, for a while, kept our gracious monarch blind!