"Glace" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... Count de Guise followed him with his eyes until he had disappeared. No one spoke nor stirred until the brown old doctor returned, carrying a pair of glace kid boots. ...
— The Sins of Severac Bablon • Sax Rohmer
... been any too happy here. You know they're—[She sees Madame Gueret and whispers to Lucienne] Go now. I'll tell you all about it to-morrow. [Louder and gayly] Well, good-night, my dear. See you to-morrow at the Palais de Glace or at the ...
— Woman on Her Own, False Gods & The Red Robe - Three Plays By Brieux • Eugene Brieux
... "standard" flour, 5 oz. Nutter (or other nut fat), 5 oz. cane castor sugar, 2 oz. preserved cherries (glace), 2 oz. well-washed sultanas, 2 oz. ground almonds, four eggs, outer rind of ...
— The Healthy Life, Vol. V, Nos. 24-28 - The Independent Health Magazine • Various
... or its excellency or beauty PER SE; we want it because it gratifies some idiosyncratic craving of our threefold natures. The good things of this world are very adroitly and ingeniously labelled, but we rummage in the bonbonniere for a certain marron glace, and if it be not there, all the caramels in Venice, all the 'gluko' in Greece, all the rahatlicum in ...
— At the Mercy of Tiberius • August Evans Wilson
... appalling impression of being accursed, and empty of the presence of the God of nature, the Divine Creator, the All-loving Father: this whirlpool of Niagara, that fiery, sulphurous, vile-smelling wound in the earth's bosom, the crater of Vesuvius, and the upper part of the Mer de Glace at Chamouni. These places impressed me with horror, and the impression is always renewed in my mind when I remember them: God-forsaken is what they looked ...
— Records of a Girlhood • Frances Anne Kemble
... encore j'aurais pu me laisser prendre ces dehors d'amiti, mais maintenant j'tais ferr glace sur les ...
— Le Petit Chose (part 1) - Histoire d'un Enfant • Alphonse Daudet
... gave all the light she needed. Outside the circle of light in which she sat, the large dining-room looked solemn and shadowy. The cook, placed upon her mettle, served a delicious repast—a luscious tenderloin broiled a point. The wine tasted good; the marron glace seemed to be just what she wanted. It was so pleasant, too, to ...
— The Awakening and Selected Short Stories • Kate Chopin |
