All 50 Uses of
Monsieur
in
Little Dorrit
- This sausage in a vine leaf is for Monsieur Rigaud.†
Chpt 1.1
- Again—this veal in savoury jelly is for Monsieur Rigaud.†
Chpt 1.1
- Again—these three white little loaves are for Monsieur Rigaud.†
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- Again, this cheese—again, this wine—again, this tobacco—all for Monsieur Rigaud.†
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- Whereas she had put the lump of coarse bread into the swart, scaled, knotted hands of John Baptist (who had scarcely as much nail on his eight fingers and two thumbs as would have made out one for Monsieur Rigaud), with ready confidence; and, when he kissed her hand, had herself passed it caressingly over his face.†
Chpt 1.1
- Monsieur Rigaud, indifferent to this distinction, propitiated the father by laughing and nodding at the daughter as often as she gave him anything; and, so soon as he had all his viands about him in convenient nooks of the ledge on which he rested, began to eat with an appetite.†
Chpt 1.1
- When Monsieur Rigaud laughed, a change took place in his face, that was more remarkable than prepossessing.†
Chpt 1.1
- Monsieur Rigaud, as I expected yesterday, the President will look for the pleasure of your society at an hour after mid-day, to-day.'†
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- He seemed to glance obliquely at Monsieur Rigaud in this remark; but Monsieur Rigaud had already resumed his meal, though not with quite so quick an appetite as before.†
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- He seemed to glance obliquely at Monsieur Rigaud in this remark; but Monsieur Rigaud had already resumed his meal, though not with quite so quick an appetite as before.†
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- Monsieur Rigaud, finding the listening John Baptist in his way before the echoes had ceased (even the echoes were the weaker for imprisonment, and seemed to lag), reminded him with a push of his foot that he had better resume his own darker place.†
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- Perhaps he glanced at the Lyons sausage, and perhaps he glanced at the veal in savoury jelly, but they were not there long, to make his mouth water; Monsieur Rigaud soon dispatched them, in spite of the president and tribunal, and proceeded to suck his fingers as clean as he could, and to wipe them on his vine leaves.†
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- 'Here!' cried Monsieur Rigaud.†
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- Monsieur Rigaud arose, lighted a cigarette, put the rest of his stock into a breast-pocket, and stretched himself out at full length upon the bench.†
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- There seemed to be some uncomfortable attraction of Monsieur Rigaud's eyes to the immediate neighbourhood of that part of the pavement where the thumb had been in the plan.†
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- 'What an infernal hole this is!' said Monsieur Rigaud, breaking a long pause.†
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- 'Cavalletto,' said Monsieur Rigaud, suddenly withdrawing his gaze from this funnel to which they had both involuntarily turned their eyes, 'you know me for a gentleman?'†
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- 'I am a'—Monsieur Rigaud stood up to say it—'I am a cosmopolitan gentleman.†
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- I put up at the Cross of Gold,—kept then by Monsieur Henri Barronneau—sixty-five at least, and in a failing state of health.†
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- I had lived in the house some four months when Monsieur Henri Barronneau had the misfortune to die;—at any rate, not a rare misfortune, that.†
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- John Baptist having smoked his cigarette down to his fingers' ends, Monsieur Rigaud had the magnanimity to throw him another.†
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- 'Monsieur Barronneau left a widow.†
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- If the playfulness of Monsieur Rigaud were at all expressed by his smile at this point, the relations of Madame Rigaud might have said that they would have much preferred his correcting that unfortunate woman seriously.†
Chpt 1.1
- Monsieur Rigaud sometimes stopped, as if he were going to put his case in a new light, or make some irate remonstrance; but Signor Cavalletto continuing to go slowly to and fro at a grotesque kind of jog-trot pace with his eyes turned downward, nothing came of these inclinings.†
Chpt 1.1
- 'Now, Monsieur Rigaud,' said he, pausing for a moment at the grate, with his keys in his hands, 'have the goodness to come out.'†
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- There's a crowd, Monsieur Rigaud, and it doesn't love you.'†
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- There is no sort of whiteness in all the hues under the sun at all like the whiteness of Monsieur Rigaud's face as it was then.†
Chpt 1.1
- He very briefly directed the placing of Monsieur Rigaud in the midst of the party, put himself with consummate indifference at their head, gave the word 'march!' and so they all went jingling down the staircase.†
Chpt 1.1
- 'It is very bad weather, monsieur,' said the landlady.†
Chpt 1.11
- 'Rigaud, monsieur.'†
Chpt 1.11
- 'Monsieur, the law could not prove it against him to its satisfaction.†
Chpt 1.11
- Very willingly, monsieur.†
Chpt 1.11
- Monsieur Lagnier laughed; and having given it a squeeze, tossed it up and let it go.†
Chpt 1.11
- There was an expression in his face as he released his grip of his friend's jaw, from which his friend inferred that if the course of events really came to any stoning and trampling, Monsieur Lagnier would so distinguish him with his notice as to ensure his having his full share of it.†
Chpt 1.11
- He remembered what a cosmopolitan gentleman Monsieur Lagnier was, and how few weak distinctions he made.†
Chpt 1.11
- 'I am a man,' said Monsieur Lagnier, 'whom society has deeply wronged since you last saw me.†
Chpt 1.11
- Here, in dry clothes and scented linen, with sleeked hair, a great ring on each forefinger and a massive show of watch-chain, Mr Blandois waiting for his dinner, lolling on a window-seat with his knees drawn up, looked (for all the difference in the setting of the jewel) fearfully and wonderfully like a certain Monsieur Rigaud who had once so waited for his breakfast, lying on the stone ledge of the iron grating of a cell in a villainous dungeon at Marseilles.†
Chpt 1.30
- His greed at dinner, too, was closely in keeping with the greed of Monsieur Rigaud at breakfast.†
Chpt 1.30
- 'Monsieur, it has three.'†
Chpt 2.1
- Monsieur might have easily seen him in the valley or somewhere on the lake, when he (the dog) had gone down with one of the order to solicit aid for the convent.†
Chpt 2.1
- Monsieur was right.†
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- Again Monsieur was right.†
Chpt 2.1
- For example, I am well convinced,' smiling sedately, as he cut up the dish of veal to be handed round, on the young man who had been put out of countenance, 'that if you, Monsieur, would give him the opportunity, he would hasten with great ardour to fulfil his duty.'†
Chpt 2.1
- The host allowed to Monsieur that it was a little monotonous.†
Chpt 2.1
- Monsieur would recall to himself that there were the refuges to visit, and that tracks had to be made to them also.†
Chpt 2.1
- Monsieur still urged, on the other hand, that the space was so—ha—hum—so very contracted.†
Chpt 2.1
- Monsieur and he did not see this poor life of his from the same point of view.†
Chpt 2.1
- Monsieur was not used to confinement.†
Chpt 2.1
- Monsieur, as an English traveller, surrounded by all means of travelling pleasantly; doubtless possessing fortune, carriages, and servants— 'Perfectly, perfectly.†
Chpt 2.1
- Monsieur could not easily place himself in the position of a person who had not the power to choose, I will go here to-morrow, or there next day; I will pass these barriers, I will enlarge those bounds.†
Chpt 2.1
Definition:
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(Monsieur) French equivalent to the English Mr.
or:
French equivalent to saying sir in English (a polite way to address a male)