Jean was a little weakling child, and his mother nursed him at her breast as she sewed the books, sheet by sheet, with the curved needle of the trade.

It seemed moderately certain to those in search of Monsieur Vignevielle (and it was true) that Jean and Evariste were his harborers; but for all that the hunt, even for clews, was vain.

Jean was by nature the "good boy," tractable and docile; Féli, the unmanageable, the lawless, the violent.

"Jean is my prisoner.

Jean was seven.

But there dawned a day when Jock Mackay Came home from the mine with a dancing eye And a laugh in his heart, and he cried out, "Jean, 'Tis the grandest day that the warl' has seen!

Jean was a farmer of the village; well-to-do and good-natured.

Petit Jean is an enthusiast upon matters military.

But do not go away, Jean, for it is a public confession.

The Duc Jean was a slender, nervous young man of thirty, with hollow cheeks, cold, steel-blue eyes, a straight, thin nose and delicate hands.

The Duc Jean was a slender, nervous young man of thirty, with hollow cheeks, cold, steel-blue eyes, a straight, thin nose and delicate hands.

(Jean was our own battalion interpreter.)

But Gros-Jean, who lays up two sous at a time, and lives on black bread and an onion; and Jacques, whose grosse pièce but secures him the headache of a drunkard next morningwhat to them could be this miserable deity?