Raising his eyes from a contemplation of the heels in front of him, he saw Belle Langdon.
He turned his back on Belle Langdon and went down the right-hand steps.
I saw the host of the Belle Étoile which, as I said, was the sign and designation of my inn.
Shall I ever forget the heroic tableau of the hall of the Belle Étoile?
He was a drunken man, our old nurse Belle had told ...