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1. stone chipped from Notre Dame before he had taken two
2. If Jean had been impressed with the view of Notre Dame
3. “TV's have on off switches couldn't at least one of you get out of bed and switch the dame thing off
4. The ruined tower of the Basilica of Notre Dame de Brebiéres stood out like a sentry and a hundred feet above our heads the Madonna or ‘Lady of the Limp’ as she was known held out her precious child over the square and devastation below as though to say look what you are doing
5. The medieval-style architecture was similar to a smaller version of Notre Dame
6. Dame of the Davenport, her realm the middle cushion, where her short gold hairs formed the shape of a crown on the dark green upholstery
7. ” I then smelled the booze across the desk and concluded that Superbowl Champion Coach Charles Francis Warren, Notre Dame, USMC…was
8. One of the Camp 146 AMGOT sergeants mentioned to Elizabeth that Major Brumerson had commented that she seemed to be arriving late with more frequency, and Ferguson asked Colling why he was arriving back at Grabensheim so late on the afternoons he was driving “that Red Cross dame around
9. And she didn’t have Oriental eyes but the eyes of a Gaul from a tribe that had seen slaughter on the battlefield in a war with the Moors, the eyes of a tribe that had waited behind the battlements of a castle under siege, the eyes of a tribe that was soon going to die from hunger, the eyes of a tribe that had gone on to achieve the ultimate in civilization and art under the Sun King, the eyes of a tribe whose spirituality and faith and craftsmanship and endeavor and ability had built the Notre Dame, the eyes of a tribe who had spawned Francois Villon, Joan of Arc, Flaubert, and Balzac and Mallarme and Chateau Briand and Baudelaire and
10. We have also visited the cathedral of Notre Dame, and have tackled the many stairs to the top of the tower where we enjoyed a wonderful view over the city
11. One of the funnier moments of our 3L was their gloating over a victory over Notre Dame during Fall Quarter
12. Bosen probably came up to drive me down to the Notre Dame home game the next day
13. Rick Zito was from the northern suburbs and got his JD from Notre Dame
14. Da old dame wit da money
15. The sheer size and majesty of the cathedral of Notre Dame was amazing to behold as was all the other sights
16. Why should any girl, privy to his past, ever consent to marry him? What if some parents with an eye on his wealth were to brainwash their daughter into marrying him? Won’t that lead to an uneasy embrace to her and a cold kind of nuptial for him? How constricted could be life inhibited by his past? Would he ever come across a dame who would accept him for what he was? Oh, how his life seemed to hinge upon this chance occurrence! What else could he do than daydream of his dame! Of what avail would his freedom be without a loving wife in life? But would he be able to engage a woman with his benumbed mind? Oh, why didn’t he think about it before?
17. She had had an extremely good education at the Notre Dame Convent, under the Principalship of the formidable Sister Margaret, in the small Free State town of Kroonstad and had thereafter attained a Bsc
18. of Notre Dame to the
19. The Hunchback of Notre Dame is a novel by French writer Victor
20. Aureliano Segundo was not aware of the singsong until the following day after breakfast when he felt himself being bothered by a buzzing that was by then more fluid and louder than the sound of the rain, and it was Fernanda, who was walking throughout the house complaining that they had raised her to be a queen only to have her end up as a servant in a madhouse, with a lazy, idola-trous, libertine husband who lay on his back waiting for bread to rain down from heaven while she was straining her kidneys trying to keep afloat a home held together with pins where there was so much to do, so much to bear up under and repair from the time God gave his morning sunlight until it was time to go to bed that when she got there her eyes were full of ground glass, and yet no one ever said to her, “Good morning, Fernanda, did you sleep well?” Nor had they asked her, even out of courtesy, why she was so pale or why she awoke with purple rings under her eyes in spite of the fact that she expected it, of course, from a family that had always considered her a nuisance, an old rag, a booby painted on the wall, and who were always going around saying things against her behind her back, call-ing her church mouse, calling her Pharisee, calling her crafty, and even Amaranta, may she rest in peace, had said aloud that she was one of those people who could not tell their rectums from their ashes, God have mercy, such words, and she had tolerated everything with resig-nation because of the Holy Father, but she had not been able to tolerate it any more when that evil José Arcadio Segundo said that the damnation of the family had come when it opened its doors to a stuck-up highlander, just imagine, a bossy highlander, Lord save us, a highlander daughter of evil spit of the same stripe as the highlanders the government sent to kill workers, you tell me, and he was referring to no one but her, the godchild of the Duke of Alba, a lady of such lineage that she made the liver of presidents’ wives quiver, a noble dame of fine blood like her, who had the right to sign eleven peninsular names and who was the only mortal creature in that town full of bastards who did not feel all confused at the sight of sixteen pieces of silverware, so that her adulterous husband could die of laughter afterward and say that so many knives and forks and spoons were not meant for a human being but for a centipede, and the only one who could tell with her eyes closed when the white wine was served and on what side and in which glass and when the red wine and on what side and in which glass, and not like that peasant of an Amaranta, may she rest in peace, who thought that white wine was served in the daytime and red wine at night, and the only one on the whole coast who could take pride in the fact that she took care of her bodily needs only in golden chamberpots, so that Colonel Aureliano Buendía, may he rest in peace, could have the effrontery to ask her with his Masonic Ill humor where she had received that privilege and wheth-er she did not shit shit but shat sweet basil, just imag-ine, with those very words, and so that Renata, her own daughter, who through an oversight had seen her stool in the bedroom, had answered that even if the pot was all gold and with a coat of arms, what was inside was pure shit, physical shit, and worse even than any other kind because it was stuck-up highland shit, just imagine, her own daughter, so that she never had any illusions about the rest of the family, but in any case she had the right to expect a little more consideration from her husband because, for better or for worse, he was her consecrated spouse her helpmate, her legal despoiler, who took upon himself of his own free and sovereign will the grave responsibility of taking her away from her paternal home, where she never wanted for or suffered from anything, where she wove funeral wreaths as a pastime, since her godfather had sent a letter with his signature and the stamp of his ring on the sealing wax simply to say that the hands of his goddaughter were not meant for tasks of this world except to play the clavichord, and, nevertheless, her insane husband had taken her from her home with all manner of admoni-tions and warnings and had brought her to that frying pan of hell where a person could not breathe because of the heat, and before she had completed her Pentecostal fast he had gone off with his wandering trunks and his wastrel’s accordion to loaf in adultery with a wretch of whom it was only enough to see her behind, well, that’s been said, to see her wiggle her mare’s behind in order to guess that she was a, that she was a, just the opposite of her, who was a lady in a palace or a pigsty, at the table or in bed, a lady of breeding, God-fearing, obeying His laws and submissive to His wishes, and with whom he could not perform, naturally, the acrobatics and trampish antics that he did with the other one, who, of course, was ready for anything like the French matrons, and even worse, if one considers well, because they at least had the honesty to put a red light at their door, swinishness like that, just imagine, and that was all that was needed by the only and beloved daughter of Doña Renata Argote and Don Fernando del Carpio, and especially the latter, an upright man, a fine Christian, a Knight of the Order of the Holy Sepulcher, those who receive direct from God the privilege of remaining intact in their graves with their skin smooth like the cheeks of a bride and their eyes alive and clear like emeralds
21. hunchback of Notre Dame
22. “You may call this either rank cowardice or utter stupidity on our part, Dame Goshenk, but the truth is that the Time Patrol had been ordered to abandon Miss Laplante to her fate when she was captured by you while on her diplomatic mission
23. “Not anymore, Dame Goshenk: Miss Laplante told me just one hour ago that they have been released by the British and that most of them will arrive here tonight
24. dame, and the man looks at her, he puts his self aside
25. This, the conversion, was the most dramatic opportunity ever afforded for a bloke to impress a spectating dame
26. The organ at Notre Dame has 7,800 pipes
27. At the time, the city was ruled by a Saracen princess named Dame Carcas, who had stepped in to rule the city after her husband had passed away
28. that‘s the one with the bell tower Dame Carcas was ringing—there are tombs of two bishops
29. The ribbon for the Order of the Imperium also happens to be the exact same one than the one for the Order of the British Empire, of which I am a Grand Dame
30. I am to be stripped of my title of Grand Dame of the Order of the British Empire and be called publicly a blasphemer, while your sister Elizabeth is to be branded a heretic and written off the Civil List, on top of losing any royal title she had
31. He next exchanged a hug with his mother and First Mistress of the Imperium, Dame Miri Goshenk,
32. But she stepped with the dancing grace of a dame half her size, and her voice belonged on a siren out at sea
33. Sweetest dame in New Haven, and the best handler a Troubleshooter can ask for
34. Each dame had an oversized handbag on her right elbow and a violin case in her left hand, and sported a poker face that cut the air like a switchblade
35. The lead dame, a white haired woman with a pale complexion, fired to her left and shattered the ice sculpture that had been the centerpiece of the room and sent the band ducking for cover
36. “Hit it, girls!” the dame in charge yelled, and they hit a button on their watches
37. Before vanishing out of sight, the lead dame tossed her hat down and blew Christian Axeworth a kiss as it landed
38. It all gives a guy or dame a lot to think about while sipping that rum as the sun slips quietly beneath the tropical waters in a pool of warm crimson
39. Dame Judith Anderson could have taken lessons
40. “We saw another dame earlier at the restaurant
41. ‘Oh, what an attractive woman she is! Won’t she have a curvy frame from head to foot to make her deadly in bed? Oh, what a dame she is! Is there a better lass to possess?’ as he thought, so he gripped her hand ardently goading her passion
42. As dame luck teamed up with the members of her gender, as if to show where her sympathies lie, Tara said to Raja Rao, ‘It looks like you have no way with dame luck today
43. ‘But should the dame resist long enough,’ he continued with his soliloquy, ‘for the adventurer that would be a different ball game altogether
44. ‘What an amazing development though! But how on earth did Sathyam land up with such a dame! Maybe, owing to my destiny to have her, who knows? Whatever, won’t his friendship prove to be a thoroughfare to her favors? Just the same, won’t she need some wooing as well? I might as well dazzle Roopa straight away by flaunting my credentials right away
45. Sure, I failed to seduce an odd dame on occasion, but didn’t I come out unscathed for the loss of it
46. Why, he was lucky to marry a rich dame, and so he thought it fit to lure the wives of the not so rich too into his life
47. Later, your mutual attraction resulted in your passionate liaison that catered to Roopa’s craving for male élan, and yours, for your dusky dame
48. While I felt that something in me snapped, she said it was time that I got married and became a father, when she told me to court a suitable dame, I said that I was unlucky in love; she said that she knew a girl, who would be an ideal wife for me, and as if to goad me to her candidate, she said the dame had a rare sex appeal to eroticize the romantic in me; she said that the girl was not privy to her double life and even if she came to know about it, she was sure she would be sympathetic towards her
49. Oh, what a sexy dame she was, possibly the sexiest I had ever seen and the one I most wanted to have in all my life; as my passion for her namesake was ever on the raise, my Rathi said she wasn’t losing sleep as her rival’s hairy legs were sure to leave me cold that was if push comes to shove; but as I chanced to divine the dame’s satin legs, Rathi said she was only jesting to pour water over my raging ardency in those summer times
50. “Coming back to our sexy neighbor, as I told you, I had lost my eyes to her and she too didn’t seem to mind that; Rathi and I used to sleep on the terrace while that dame slept in the open compound with her mother and the kids; she could soon sense that standing by the parapet wall, I was forever ogling at her