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alors qu’il chevauche parmi ses hommes, il crie inlassablement « my poor orphans!
one anecdote holds that, as he rode among the survivors, he cried out repeatedly, "my poor orphans!

my poor little conte mosca had not a twentieth part of the opulence that was cast at my feet by those two worms, limercati and nani.
mon pauvre petit comte mosca n’a pas la vingtième partie de l’opulence que mettaient à mes pieds ces deux nigauds limercati et nani.

what mercy had you upon my poor darling, when you dragged her from her slaughtered father, and bore her away to your accursed and shameless harem.'
as-tu eu pitié, toi-meme, quand tu as arraché la pauvre fille qui m’était si chere, au cadavre de son pere, pour la livrer a l’infamie et a la honte dans ton harem maudit ?

as for napoleon's succeeding, that, my poor boy, is impossible; our gentlemen will certainly manage to destroy him.
quant au succès de napoléon, il est impossible, mon pauvre ami ; nos messieurs sauront bien le faire périr.

but how could you pursue with such barbarity the idea of vengeance that my poor father had? for, after all, it was he who was first nearly poisoned to assist your escape.
mais comment as-tu pu poursuivre avec tant de barbarie l’idée de vengeance qu’a eue mon pauvre père ? car enfin c’est lui d’abord qui a été presque empoisonné pour faciliter ta fuite.

"you must agree, my poor gonzo, that your tactlessness is unique," came arrogantly from one of the officers, who was finishing his fourth ice.
– il faut convenir, mon pauvre gonzo, que vous êtes d’une maladresse rare, s’écria avec hauteur l’un des officiers qui finissait sa quatrième glace.

when he was five years old, my poor husband used to explain these battles to him; we put my husband's helmet on his head, the boy strutted about trailing his big sabre.
dès l’âge de cinq ans mon pauvre mari lui expliquait ces batailles ; nous lui mettions sur la tête le casque de mon mari, l’enfant traînait son grand sabre.

« like a vision i could see it driving my poor indians before it, and spreading out behind it the farms, the towns and cities… no one who has not lived in the west since the old-times can realize what is due to that road… »
"like a vision i could see it driving my poor indians before it, and spreading out behind it the farms, the towns and cities…. no one who has not lived in the west since the old-times can realize what is due to that road …"